Scheherazade

Scheherazade Jul 2013

Whistle while I die
And keep your head high
Cause you were always good
At untimely jokes

Touch my skin
The way the flames lick the chimney
Burning into me with a simple stroke

Make me crawl back to you
The way you always do
Helping me forget who I am

Numb my mind
By getting me high
And let the devil play with my eyes

Keep on grasping
I'll continue to choke
As long as you love me
You can be my rope

Scheherazade Jul 2013

In the hands of the devil

I talk in a way,
that, the things that I say
Start to portray
how my sanity plays,
In the hands of the devil......
A subtle treble.

Scheherazade Apr 2013

Stop, Drop, Roll

I'll stop these tears
I'll drop my fears
And I'll
Roll
The ****
Out

Scheherazade Jan 2013

Daddy's Little Girl (Has Got His Trick Up Her Sleeve)

You can tell there's something missing,
Her invisible flaw.
Her walls are up,
She built them tall.
Detached for too long,
She learned it young.
Daddy's little girl,
His absence stung.
Now she's grown,
His trick up her sleeve.
He never showed her how to love,
But he taught her how to leave.

Scheherazade Nov 2012

Little Mess

Wake me up
Like you used to
When you'd struggle to leave
Knowing I'd be
Wrapped naked
In
Your
Sheets

Wake me up
Like you used to do
When my hair was crazy
My smile was lazy and
My eyes had
Lack
of
Sleep

Wake me up
Like you use to
When you'd pull me to your chest
How you'd kiss my head
And call me
Your
Little
Mess