Why can't I sleep
I cry out
To all that would hear
I have everything a girl could want
The world has made that clear
Nightmares, visions and bad men
All keep me company
They visit every single night
I've tried for years to throw them out
That they hear me there's no doubt
But why would they leave their unhappy home?
Just to roam in another's dreams
They are staying right here
They won't leave
No explanation needed. I can't sleep unless I have help beating back the monsters.
Is this the last one?
A crystal ball is what I need
To see which one of us
Is going to bleed
Fire in my heart
When we're apart
And when we are not
Your breath is hot
On my neck
Like a dragon
One of those mornings when one of you doesn't want the other to leave.
I have a "Stark" heart
It only got stark when I thought about you
It was dark before
I don't deny
But stark and empty is a result of your lies.
Games people play is part of life
One shouldn't play armed with a knife.
Your touch is divine
Blood mixed with fine wine
I'm beginning to see
This is not our time.
The price is to high
May I pay with my soul,
Or is it to old?
You liked it one day, for a short while.
You seemed happy
when you saw me smile.
So put a notch on your belt
You win again
You've taught one more girl
Not to trust men
The age old story. Boy wants girl. Boy gets girl. Boy decides he doesn't really want girl after all.
I waited 40 ****** years to see him again
Sounds crazy I know but he's that kind of man
After 40 years and one day
I answered his call
With no second thoughts
to the end of it all
We danced like no time had passed
Again and again
Who cares if it lasts?
A little present from the past for me
All to prove I was free, free, free
After 40 years and two days passed I went back again
There were heads on his wall
They appeared to be deer but they looked like us all
Still I had no fear
I knew exactly what I was doing here
And even sulfur starts to smell like love
If your high enough
If you lose enough blood
I knew trouble
We had met before
What I didn't know is that trouble keeps score
I thought I was winning,
It was my destiny
An optical illusion made just for me
All to prove
I was never
Free, Free, Free
Inspired by a man I had loved long ago, I avoided him until I couldn't.
You take my confidence like it doesn't belong to me
It means nothing to you but you take it anyway
I can talk to anyone
But not to you
You steal all the air
Other men just like me so much
All the while you run from my touch
You play with my soul
Like a child with a toy
Don't forget me I always say
And I will see that you don't...
The old fashioned way
Be afraid my friend
We really don't know what I'm likely to do
All the guns in the world won't protect you
I come out badly in this story. Basically, I took a wrong way turn down a one way Cul De Sac
Look at me
Look at you
I'm hot and funny
With a 150 IQ
Why am I the one crying here?
When logic dictates
It should be you
Words are weapons
But so is silence
You wield it well
A lifelong skill
Is it me then,
That you are trying to ****?
Take your best shot
Tiny little man
I will dance on your grave
Alone or with another
Why should I care?
Your silence has no power here
Rejection via the silent treatment. It's a fun way to spend a weekend!
Do you think the people makers one day said "Let's put one of their thoughts in The other one's head?"
One of them will smooth out the rough
from the other having to act so tough
And we will give them little girls but switch them around
One of them blond and the other one brown.
Do you think the people makers liked a good fairy tale?
Snow White and Rose Red for the modern age
With a soundtrack by Elton John of course.
With the Brown Dirt Cowboy riding in on his horse.
And one still calls the other all the time.
You can make a lot of calls two years down the road.
Still no answer but one doesn't give up.
Both are made of much stronger stuff.
Magnets and steel and magnolia blooms.
A bit of Lavender Oil to freshen the room.
I curse the people makers every single day
then apologize and thank them for sending her my way.
Two years apart is a lot of pain
A lot of tears
But I can take it, a little tough remains.
I wouldn't have missed it for anything you could name.
I wrote this on the two year anniversary of my best friends sudden and unexpected death. Some cliches are true. The cliche about time healing all wounds does not seem to be true in this case. The more time that passes, the more I miss her. She was the kind of person that always said "YES."