I dreamed he kissed me.
a breath of a kiss,
whispered, that
Vanished into sleep,
up the stairs
and into the attic with the ghosts
I kick at
while they wring their hands.
Mother's voice, another's voice
in memory, or in thought, dream.
Startled, started,
and then gone,
the wisp of a kiss
still on my lips.

We're standing empty
like that long left house
dust on our hands
and the smoke in your eyes
the air's strange in here
it's a strange place to be.

Do you remember
how home used to be
in somebody's arms
with the sun in your hair
now there's nobody here, just you and me
we're strangers here
it's a strange place to be.

Fill these hollow rooms between my ribs
light the candle bright behind your eyes
Oh this empty space devours me
Feel like there's somewhere we're supposed to be
Where are we? Where are we?
This strange place to be.

Strange place, strange place
somewhere between moonlight
and an un-amazing grace
Somehow I found you and you found me
here in the dark
in this strange place to be.

Come find me, please.
Find me, please.

i was never a daisy.
i dislike the term "dainty"
and i'm tainted with dark and broken beauty.
instead of absorbing water i leak it
my knees go weak when my freakish mind is left behind
see my blue iris eyes don't always symbolize
faith and hope
like the iris flowers do
peonies can live through winters and bloom in the spring
but that's not really my thing and
january days can make me wither away under skies of gray
oh those nights oh those nights
i'll slay my own brain one of these
roses have thorns,
thorns have roses
but i wouldn't buy a bouquet of me
for fifty george washingtons
in this garden
held in by a white picket fence
you won't find me,
i promise.
tiger lilies have spots
on fiery orange petals
that grow wildly
not mildly
i was never a daisy.
or an iris rose peony
right now
i'm a tiger lily
because i'm inventing myself again.
but being a princess in neverland
means i never have to change again
so sleep tight, i just might have found me.

Too early in the morning
the ghosts fly fast and hard
Emptiness in the headlights
the hollow sigh of the heart.

So much for letting go, dear,
Memory has an iron fist
their steel cased lips have ****** me dry
Down the lane's no easy trip.

Guilt and ache come one and all
I fall silent but the radio's loud
I couldn't have it another way
one's enough, and two's a crowd.

So much for letting go, dear,
It seems I'm too far gone.