We laugh then we fight I'm wrong No I'm right Our fairytale exploding The fears that we're holding He tells me loves me I am his life But its hate in his eyes in the morning I love you on his lips at night And i love him too. I do. I do ***, I really do. I fight the demons in his head He lies ***** in my bed I cry I scream But this is the dream My nightmare come to life Our fantasy our extreme personalities come apart at the seams And we're on the brink Of a lifetime bond an eternal link All the cold coffee we drink While he tells me what he thinks And he thinks. And he thinks. But thoughts don't do. They live in your mind Like molten flaming glue But I love him I do. ******* I do. And if I could do it again Old borrowed and blue I'd say it again I do. I do. I do.
Ceiling beams wooden floors Fur blankets satin sheets Lace curtains sliding doors Velvet covered seats Once in time there was yours and mine And an exchange of yellow flowers But hopes climb, promises Divine And soon there's only "ours" Don't need no shrine No place to dine Things that can be exhanged For a dollar sign Don't need no chrome no golden dome Or sparkly gowns so fine You are my heart my soul my own My single measure of time You are my platinum my silver my gold Darling, you are my home
Help me. Her cry could be Heard over Hills and Hells, and the cries of Heathens and Harlots and ******. His lips smacked Hard against each other, already tasting Her. His tongue Had already anticipated Her neck, the neck that protects Her voice, the voice that was stolen by cries for Help, over and over and over again He invaded Her body, but crushed Her spirit, and speared Her soul. He didn’t steal Her virtue. He stole Her light. He smothered it with His body, covering every inch. Here is the story of Her and Her daughter and Her daughter’s daughter, and every woman that ever lived.
It was September when I came undone Called my mama and told her I found the one And then January came My life became Centred on yours Moth to flame But the flame burned bigger and I burnt raw And then one day "I can't be with you anymore" But how can I abandon you when you're a part of my being A kidney, a heart, a wound un-healing And you say you're a fighter, so where's your fight? There in the morning and gone by night. And my heart asks me how to forget you Your laugh and your smile and your cowardice too But the thing about night is that it always turns to day The thing about wounds is that they always fade The thing about pain is that we don’t remember it when it goes away The thing about you? Well when you're gone, then gone you'll stay.
At night I stare at the moon and remind my Heart to stand And my Brain warns me to yearn not for what I can't have "It's unattainable, an impossibility. Don't you understand?" Then tonight you let me hold my palm to your chest And now my Heart storms upon my Brain with a marching band Singing "Tonight the moon stared back at her. Tonight she held the moon in her hand"