Maybe I'll close my eyes,
And let you talk me to sleep.
I don't want to be awake when you're gone,
So take everything you own,
And just get out.
Leave.
You've turned my blooming lucid dreams,
Into disordered abstract images.
Black and blue,
Maybe slightly hazy in the morning.
Once I dreamt I lost my heart,
And I couldn't find it again.
So I sat on the lawn,
And watched the world slid by.
Everyone around me laughed ,
As the sun disappeared into the scarlet sky.
But I was just a lost little girl, with a lost little heart,
Sitting on the outside, alone.
And though perhaps others will say it was just a dream,
I don't think I'll ever wake up.
