I'm loving that cheesy stuff way too much... just stumbled upon an older exam sheet... and found that.
Funeral Blues (W.H. Auden)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent all the dogs from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the piano and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'he is dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east, my west,
My working week and my sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Maybe it is just me being sentimental, but i somewhat like the way he writes... this overdramatical bullshit, we all puked on paper once or twice at least, but in a more elegant tone. Plus, I believe him... and I guess it makes me think... OKay, I'm stopping that right now xD Don't wanna torture you with poetry^^
Listening to: the keyboard
Eating: tic tac