The Doctor - "See it's a precption filter, it's like your there but not. Right? Okay, well, I guess... Actually it's excatly like, you know when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist?" *darts off*
Martha - *watches looking slightly depressed*
Jack - "You too huh?"
Ever have a friend like that? The one you can't wait to see, and yet don't really want to because you know nothing will ever come of it? Yeah, me too. Anyway, that's not the point. I thought I'd post this little poem I came up with on the spot.
(Literally on the spot while I'm listening to Bush -- the band people -_-')
Martha - *watches looking slightly depressed*
Jack - "You too huh?"
Ever have a friend like that? The one you can't wait to see, and yet don't really want to because you know nothing will ever come of it? Yeah, me too. Anyway, that's not the point. I thought I'd post this little poem I came up with on the spot.
(Literally on the spot while I'm listening to Bush -- the band people -_-')
But it's okay, they're friendly
Because the dust comes from the books
And the books bring life to the world
So
When you burn the books
You burn the world
Run away
Run away
Go hide yourself
Hide behind your hypocrisy
It'll never be the same
Because all it is, is just a game
Just to lie
Be the real you
But keep yourself inside
Smile like you mean it
Die like you believe it
Judge yourself with others
Or burn under a false grace
Because in the end
When it's all over
Everyone dies
And all that remains is
Everybody lies
This is what listening to too much Bush does to me xD. Hope you like it.
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