Miss Wood, Miss Wood
I knew she would
Everybody knew that she could
When she hopped the train to ol' Hollywood

Natasha was the type of girl
To sit there and watch you get obsessed
She'd just sit there and twirl
Her pretty blonde hair of happiness
She knew she was meant for better things
Diamonds, surgeries and cameras
She just had to spread her wings
Her looks were one thing but oh, how she sings

Said goodbye to her momma
And kissed her good old pop
Said she'd only be gone a while
They told her "always keep goin' and never stop!"
She came to my house right afterwards
Her eyes were wet as I hugged her close
I told her not to go backwards
She wiped her eyes and stuck with what she chose

There's no light anymore
Everything was a lie
I unraveled your unclear thoughts
You muddled mine

You made my black and white world seem alive again
Never knew I was but a game to you
Reality getting tangled up with fantasies
Your truth progressively breaking through

Such a simple action can make all the difference
You would know that though
Painting scenarios with your fine brush
All with the same ending and flow

A precious world like yours must be nice
When problems occur you expect sympathy
A cookie and a crown perhaps
Oh poor you, living in such infamy

Joke is we both lost
I became fragile and fell with grace
Though, I did no pretending
Whereas you have no real face

You shattered me
You refused to pick up the remnants of my soul
You pushed me aside
You don't deserve to feel whole

I'm not wishing bad luck on you
I have no intent on doing so
I'm simply stating your sad reality
In your sea of shame, there's no happiness below

I'll find my voice and lovely melody again
I can promise you this
You keep living your so-called magnificent life
While I live in complete and utter bliss

|s.s|

"I just wish you could be more understanding."
"Where would you like to go, your highness?"
"Yes."
"I feel very crazy right now."
"I feel like such a *****."
"I have things you have told me repeating in my head."
"I'm sure your turkey tasted delicious and I'm sure the Christmas tree is beautiful."
"She doesn't want to speak to me?"
"I don't know, I have things to do; I'm not just sitting around."
"Nothing, I love you."
"It's not that easy."
"I will."
"I have to call him eventually."




-LP

I look to the sky
And see the bird of creativity
Soar, swoop and glide
Through ethereal clouds
Of wispy originality

I look to the horizon
And see the bird of sensitivity
Sail and undulate
Over red-misted contours
Of reflected humanity

I look to the tree
And see the bird of profundity
Stand proud and watch
Over deep-rooted layers
Of bygone sagacity

I look to my heart
And see the birds of tenacity
Fly, sweep and drive
Out crushing senses
Of genuine anxiety

I look up and smile
My birds are flying again

I like you
Kind of in the way that I like broccoli
Sometimes youre almost perfect,
sometimes there's a bit too much cheese.
And other times..
Youre much too raw.

Maybe, I should just stop eating broccoli.

every night i wait for your goodnight
just so i can go to sleep
even though it makes my arms feel weak
with sadness
-because we sleep in different beds
-that i wont be able to talk to you again until tomorrow
and ill wait all day tomorrow
just to see you for 30 minutes
and sit next to you in silence
because we're different in person
im a different person
when you're around.

i need to stop looking at you
as if you aren't made of skin and bones
i idolize you
as if you're made of chocolate, and coffee
and caramel and honey.
you are music and the deeper tones of life.
you are smoke and sleep and lies
you are beauty and starlight
as confusing as a birds cry
because i don't know if you are
negative or positive
a giggle or a scream
you are a mystery
but forgetting you,
that idea is history
because you're my hobby.
you are my foremost thought.
and im tired of not knowing you
so whether you are lovely or not
i will find out
i will take the chance
and see if your kisses run too hot.