Didn't write this one, but its spirit cannot be undone

*She reads poetry in her pajamas
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke

Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere

She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding *****
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?

Have you ever met someone who has an irrational fear?
Of course you have
Well, my irrational fear is love and I know
It sounds like a line someone would say but, it's not.

I reeled you in, not that it was difficult and
then I told you to go.
I realise now, this was not the way I should've conducted myself.
I'm sorry for that.

I clawed my way back to you, after swallowing my pride and
I fell again, harder this time.
How dangerous, how scary, how thrilling.
I faced my fear and I see now that you can't be scared of love.

But now you're scared of me.

You did not need me and anyway, who else did

If I'm wrong then world's got a thing to dismiss

How much I die if I feel for everything

And when I'm right it still ain't nobody's lover's business

Being among books
with music
always satisfied me
I had that feeling
of belonging

Listening to piano
put me to the right
mood when I was
alone
Cold sad keys kept
my mind at peace
but even
a
sad poet needs a
wild dancer

Sax seduced me,
lifted me up
to the streets
the winds
by my side.

only
one
ingredient  
missing.

The ferocity
of
drums
connected the last
two into complete
purity

Reality is gorgeous