Anxiety, depression, anger all encompassing may turn away a helping hand The mobilization, a good thrashing an army of L O V E the many gentle hands to soothe and infiltrate the stubborn exterior
as the sun melts down like butter but only as it rises don’t act surprised if if I roll off you as the morning dew
If you’re not there as grey clouds pour shrouds of pelting rain but only as the rainbow bridges the sky I’ll form wings and fly
If you’re not there as the oak grows bare in the thick of the winter as the trees splinter don’t step at all as golden, crimson marmalade blanket shade in the fall
Its the age between petal and leaves In the air that the woodland breathes From the darkness of the night To the linen mornings wear From a kingdom underwater To being masters of the air
Run my child, please run turn your back upon the sun let the wind carry you home where angels sing and peace is known dare to dream as dreamers do face the old and embrace the new for you will rise and crash like waves because your heart knows not what it craves be it love or be it lust soon this world will turn to dust.
as red lipstick on fat cheeks it’d run down my face in streaks and leak into a puddle on the floor I’d mop it up, so it’d be no more
I'd like to wipe it clean as chalk on the blackboard my eraser as my sword and be rid of every word
I’d like to wipe it clean as a stain on my blouse I’d douse it in laundry detergent till the spot came off in the wash and be rid of the big thick blotch
I'd like to wipe it clean as the tide rolling in knocking the sandcastle down as a bowling pin to the ground