Sweet Hypnosis
A glass of water
A glass of wine
A TV dinner
Just to pass the time
The volume is down
I’m off in space
Almost dreaming
Can’t stop thinking of your face
Your face
I can’t stop thinking of your face
It’s getting late now
Wish you were here
You’re like the jigsaw piece
Missing all these years
So I’ve stopped searching
But come what may
I’ll sit here yearning
Can’t stop thinking of your face
Your face
I can’t stop thinking of your face
joanna commented on Sweet Hypnosis
12-31-2009
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sweet Hypnosis | 1 | 12/28/2009 |
| Reach For The Stars | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
| A Passion Beyond Compare | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| Take a Walk With Me (pt.2) | 0 | 12/02/2009 |
| Where All Rivers Lead | 0 | 12/02/2009 |
| Genuine | 2 | 11/27/2009 |
| Luna Sinisti | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Atrophy | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| A Dark Spectacle | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| There's No Such Thing As Goodbye | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| And So They Burned | 0 | 11/26/2009 |
| Paint a Portrait | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
| That Road | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
| If | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
| Forever After | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
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