i had the same song on replay as i walked around boston - the same sad song that had you saying goodnight moon - and i think these lyrics have started to settle in my bloodstream, i'm pretty certain they don't want to leave - you would know how great it feels to call my veins home.
if only i could get on a big jet plane on autopilot; i'm pretty sure it's the only thing that can lead me to what i truly call home. and i'd have that same song blasting throughout the plane.
except i don't think i call anything anywhere home, so i would be on that plane until my teeth and my fingertips turn yellow.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
i had the same song on replay as i walked around boston - the same sad song that had you saying goodnight moon - and i think these lyrics have started to settle in my bloodstream, i'm pretty certain they don't want to leave - you would know how great it feels to call my veins home.
if only i could get on a big jet plane on autopilot; i'm pretty sure it's the only thing that can lead me to what i truly call home. and i'd have that same song blasting throughout the plane.
except i don't think i call anything anywhere home, so i would be on that plane until my teeth and my fingertips turn yellow.
prompt: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.
credits to napowrimo
