Daydreamer
Turn your head a notch
and we'll see that perfect
dot beside your nose.
Tell me,
even though
sanity may jettison
and stroll down
the lane as naked
as a jay bird.
you remember,
that I had on too many clothes
or not enough and neither one
at the appropriate time,
still,
I can't soften
the discard-
the tint of rose
from my cheeks or the
titan grip on my jugular.
Remind me still ,
with patience,
like every other
seven year old
wearing a zirconium,
Tiaras, pink taffeta
and soft as night ballet
slippers,
that it's o.k.
to sit on my spotted pony
dreaming,
that all princes
will have a heart of gold.
That promises mean
something
even to spectra
and daydreamers...
we stopped laughing
when
the song ended
with the world spinning
and I fell down
calling your name
on the back
street of my worst
nightmare coming true.
Remind me gently,
That best friends can't say
I love you
and still be best friends,
well, I already knew,
it just might be that
all the time my eyes
were wide open
they just
wouldn't stop listening
to the skipping thud of
my pulse.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Daydreamer
Turn your head a notch
and we'll see that perfect
dot beside your nose.
Tell me,
even though
sanity may jettison
and stroll down
the lane as naked
as a jay bird.
you remember,
that I had on too many clothes
or not enough and neither one
at the appropriate time,
still,
I can't soften
the discard-
the tint of rose
from my cheeks or the
titan grip on my jugular.
Remind me still ,
with patience,
like every other
seven year old
wearing a zirconium,
Tiaras, pink taffeta
and soft as night ballet
slippers,
that it's o.k.
to sit on my spotted pony
dreaming,
that all princes
will have a heart of gold.
That promises mean
something
even to spectra
and daydreamers...
we stopped laughing
when
the song ended
with the world spinning
and I fell down
calling your name
on the back
street of my worst
nightmare coming true.
Remind me gently,
That best friends can't say
I love you
and still be best friends,
well, I already knew,
it just might be that
all the time my eyes
were wide open
they just
wouldn't stop listening
to the skipping thud of
my pulse.
