there is a place
where lost hearts
can go
songs are sung
and we reminisce
the highs and the lows

there was a time
when my heart lived there
the sun never shined
and I never cared

when I found your eyes
I knew that we were saved
and after some time,
my heart left the cave

my little fairy boy
is tired today
the blue in his hair is crying
and his pink dress is a little more tattered
than when he begun
but his head is clear
and his wings are strong

this time there is no maybe
he will carry me far, far away

i wonder when
things went wrong
i think it was when the forbidden fruit
slid down my throat
along with your sins

sitting in the corner in
a big red chair
is a tired looking girl
with ***** brown hair

the clock in my heart
has only been ticking
for seventeen years
so why
do i feel it slow
and its gears grind painfully
to a halt

purple tennis shoes
and
middle-part hair
makes her Jill