She sometimes reminds me of
A Taylor Swift with glitter teardrops, aged sixteen
She sometimes reminds me of
That girl you meet and never see again
Sometimes she is the one I will never meet
The blonde girl in my town
Holding my heartbeat
When she wipes the glitter from her eye
And gives a smile that will never die
I look into heart and see her love story,
incomplete.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
The morning crawls
Though the sunlit stage
And slips into the dusk
The mornings slip
To ink blotched memory
Dripping though the staging's cracks
What if this is memory?
A musky string of history?
And what if stage right and if stage left were one?
I walk on the mountain high sky
And I wish all my friends goodbye
As I trek the heavens to find a soul
That will with all my flaws comply.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
You keep your heart away from me, you will not share.
I tell you secrets about me, but you just don't care.
I suspect the worst - that we are going to end in tears
and crash and burn. Yet I ignore my fears.
I watched you like a hawk and learnt your trick.
You lead me on but commiting just makes you sick.
I held you close for long enough, but I can't keep up the fight.
I've moved on.
There's a girl here in town who likes to share,
and she says she's free
tonight.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC