Nails like strawberry syrup and words like drizzle
Sweet to the core with a hard candy cover
Trying too hard to be everyone's favorite
She tries on wrapper after wrapper to look the best
Taste the sweetest
And sometimes acts a little too sour
Some days her name melts on your tongue
Other days too much of her makes your stomache ache
But too less of her isn't good for your heart
You love her sugar for the rush her stare brings you
You love the feeling cracking her open then drawing her in and biting her lip
Shaking her out by her hips
Keeping her in your pockets
She blows up your self esteem then
You pop it between your teeth and wrap her around your finger
You can't  get enough of her
But once you've had your fix..what would you do with a girl like that?

I fell for the way the smoke uncurls. The way it unravels and dances in a montage of swirls. I fell for the way the smoke danced off your lips. And the way there was so much more to you than the movement of your hips. I fell for the lipstick you always wore. And the smile I could hear in your voice when I said I was at the store.

And I saw the way a garden bloomed in you. The way the buds showed all the colors from pink to blue. And I remember looking at you and feeling yellow. And I remember the way my legs all of a sudden felt like jell-o, simply at the sound of your "hello".

And it was you, you were the light that shined so bright. The only detail I care to remember about that night. You were the only shining star in the sky. And I remember thinking, I wouldn't mind being by your side. The girl of my dreams. Had me realizing life wasn't really as it seems. You see, that night I realized just so how hard a person can fall. They say the taller they are, the harder they fall, and I've never been so okay with standing tall.

I never was great at talking about the way I feel. Truth be told, there's just too many scars that time is taking too long to heal. I've been searching for the words to say in books and songs I've never heard about. Trying to keep my heart from bursting out. Of my chest yknow?

The rose that bloomed every time you smiled. The tulips that flourished every time you laughed. The thorns that pricked my fingers every time you cried.

You were a garden that only time could water. The LSD that dropped on the blotters. You were the Lucy that had me feeling wavy. Had me feeling like life was amazing. And thank god for her. Because now I don't feel pain as much as I've been hurt.

But I saw a flower bloom. And I think that the love I felt was true.

I so often wonder why
Lucy was up there in the sky
Sporting bright her diamonds
Instead of wings to fly

And how on a boat she would float
Past tangerine trees
There is something about this Lucy
That keeps eluding me

She was clearly here for adventure
And the taste of marshmallow pies
But I can't help but wonder
About those kaleidoscope eyes

And when in the newspaper taxis
That appeared on the shore
Did she get a chance to read about
The news today, oh boy  

As she turned around looking into the sun
Did she have her Lennon glasses on
These are just some of the things
That have me wondering

Inside of my cellophane mind
Why was Lucy up there in the sky
Sporting bright her diamonds
Instead of wings to fly

I bought a bunch of wooden soldiers.
I bought them from the store.
And now a hundred tiny soldiers
guard my bedroom door.

So if you're a scary monster-thing
who wants to go to war,
my bedroom door is open.
I'm not frightened anymore.

Suddenly  gone  very  quiet  here.
Main  tourists  now  long  gone.

Birds  and  animals  quiet  too.
No  morning  chorus.

Weather  stagnant, mainly  cloudy, no  wind.
And  surprisingly  no  sign  of  rain.

Trees  are  beautiful  though.
Leaves  of  rich  reds,  browns,  and  golds.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.



,

heart's broken,
can't find no rest
sleep deprived
it's what i do best
lonely nights
feeling tight in the chest
counting on you
when i'm better off dead

lungs are a waste
don't do no good
you've got a vicious taste
unlike any woman should
have no faith
but in the eyes of those who would

power you're without, head held high
don't see no demons, no disguise
have fear to drive, kind unknown
a shadow you are, to those at home
feel free to leave, make no mistake
for you are not you, when time has changed

my lover, my kind
so sweet to touch
and eager to unwind
i wish to you
the fairytale
of a lifetime

Can you feel the nostalgia in the air? Like someone lit off a firecracker in the back of your head and suddenly, time stops. There's an urgent whisper to the wind. And I swear it feels like the way you smile. Do you get it? It's warm. And true. There's a feeling to it that I thought I could never feel again. But I see it in the way you walk into the room. The way the cigarettes disappear out of my pack and I'm left with the upside down one. And I'm okay with it. I feel like I'm with you. Even when I'm not. And while everyone is looking at the moon hoping that someone is seeing what they see and wishing for what they want, I'm sitting on my porch watching my dog howl at the moon while the smoke howls at the wind. It's an exchange you see. There is nothing about it that doesn't seem worth it if it brings me closer to you. If maybe my wish could come true.