Jubella
11-12-2005, 07:32 PM
A wrote this song/poem, (whatever, i never know if i'm gonna put music on it or not!) some time ago and would like to have comments on it. Surrely are some mistakes, i'm not so good in english, notice them to me please! It is a long one, sorry..!
Sweet lovers death
It felt like a movie that can barely be seen
How sweet lovers are gonna be kill:
She blew him a metal kiss.
Ferrous blood stocked in his veins,
His brain got crash like a ripe fruit.
A clot was born, blushing their love.
But tell her she doesn’t have to worry:
Her wedding dress will be perfect for this funeral.
Those afternoons spent in the dark
Were such bright days he didn’t see.
Coma kept him away from the shower
What a pity: rain is rarely salty here.
Her, got soaked and water’s still on her lungs.
They guess this is the reason why
Her heart’s skin got all split and burned.
When she hold her breath, she blow radioactive bubbles.
He awoke, leaving the haze, cutting his wings.
They cut his wings, burned their feathers.
No angel anymore, they should have tell her before.
This love had become a ghost,
Cooling her and hunting him.
As he sang, serenade took a macabre look.
Do they know that nothing will be save?
They made a hole in his head..
She didn’t know that nurses were bitches.
He didn’t know he was in love.
They both ignored that none of this really exist.
Ignorance kill, certainty murder!
He was inaccurate, inaccurate.
But she got shot all the same, all the same.
And the best gift he ever gave her, as an eternal mark of his love:
This hole in her chest…
Sweet lovers death
It felt like a movie that can barely be seen
How sweet lovers are gonna be kill:
She blew him a metal kiss.
Ferrous blood stocked in his veins,
His brain got crash like a ripe fruit.
A clot was born, blushing their love.
But tell her she doesn’t have to worry:
Her wedding dress will be perfect for this funeral.
Those afternoons spent in the dark
Were such bright days he didn’t see.
Coma kept him away from the shower
What a pity: rain is rarely salty here.
Her, got soaked and water’s still on her lungs.
They guess this is the reason why
Her heart’s skin got all split and burned.
When she hold her breath, she blow radioactive bubbles.
He awoke, leaving the haze, cutting his wings.
They cut his wings, burned their feathers.
No angel anymore, they should have tell her before.
This love had become a ghost,
Cooling her and hunting him.
As he sang, serenade took a macabre look.
Do they know that nothing will be save?
They made a hole in his head..
She didn’t know that nurses were bitches.
He didn’t know he was in love.
They both ignored that none of this really exist.
Ignorance kill, certainty murder!
He was inaccurate, inaccurate.
But she got shot all the same, all the same.
And the best gift he ever gave her, as an eternal mark of his love:
This hole in her chest…