2 Tunes for a Loved One

2 Tunes for a Loved One

A Poem by THE [ME]GEAN
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Two songs I wrote awhile ago for my fiance.

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Sweet Insanity to a Tantric Beat:

This is gunna be short,
I've raced through it like a chore,
Except, clean, and not as half assed as before,
This is gunna be hard,
I've searched through all my body parts,
And my veins to find a simple tune,
But all I find is you,

So lets go to the start,
At the front line- racing through those flying darts,
But we'll never give in to them,
Let the words fly out of my pen,

I've written many songs before
But all they want is more, more, more,
But truth be told, you ease the angst,
We've been through all the teenage ploys,
Stuck in the heartache of a broken voice,
But, to be bold, you freeze the pain,
And leave me insane,


The keys dont seem to make the right tune,
The second verse is always hard- I fume about,
The fact that you misread me for a sap,
You were always so sure of yourself,
That might be why you threw me back on the shelf,
But persistance is key,
Took you four years, my country,

I've written many songs before,

But all they want is more, more, more,

But truth be told, you ease the angst,

We've been through all the teenage ploys,

Stuck in the heartache of a broken voice,

But, to be bold, you freeze the pain,

And leave me insane,
HEY!


I always thought love,
Was dealing with all the disgusting that the other person did,
And still thinking it was brilliant,
I always thought trust,
Was writing was writing something so profound,
No body else knew what it was about,
But now i'm being simple as can be,
I love you and you love me,

 

I've written many songs before,

But all they want is more, more, more,

But truth be told, you ease the angst,

We've been through all the teenage ploys,

Stuck in the heartache of a broken voice,

But, to be bold, yuou freeze the pain,

And drive me insane,

But hey...

 

 

 

"You Want Breakfast in Bed, Go Sleep in the Kitchen"

 

I want to make you breakfast in bed,
I want to hear all the things in your head,
I want to dose off till noon,
I want a perfect honeymoon with you,
But thats just too early,
I wanna be the one on your mind,
I wanna be the only one you say that line to,
Make it a bright sky blue,
I want to trust all that you say,
I want to kiss you let it all go away,
Away from us,

Is it too late?

 

Truth can make such enemies,
Underneath the California palm trees,

Truth can mend or hurt us,
Love can get the best of you,
Even if your sky goes grey to blue,
And even on the hottest summer day,

I just gotta say, that I love you anyway,

 

I want to go to the bank with you,

And do all those domestic things with you,

I want to see your face in the moonlight,

I want to go driving feel the breeze,

Let the dark rock music bring me down to my knees,

As you squeeze my hand,

And say honey- I understand,

 

But truth can make such enemies,

underneath the california palm trees,

Truth can mend or hurt us,
Love can get the best of you,

Even if your sky goes grey to blue,

Even on the hottest summer day,

I just gotta say that I love you anyway,

Yes, I'd just like to say that I love you anyway,

 

I wanna grow old with you,

And look back at all the things we did,

We lived...

 

 

© 2008 THE [ME]GEAN


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Expressing love has always been difficult for me, and you have captured that feeling that comes over us when we feel love at it's strongest and our world vanishes into "our" world where the one we love is all we see and all we want is for them to see us in the same way. Excellent piece flowing words in a meldoy of a song.

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Hello, I�m Megean McBride. I�m a neo eccentric non-conformed semi-religious flapper with a slash of funkified backstage Betty punk who refuses to be labeled, set in stone, or.. more..

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