I'm not comfortable describing myself inside of the small pale box. I can only be fairly and accurately approximated inside of magenta trapezoids, or butterscotch circles. |
As days pass slowly
And weeks creep by...
Fear
Creating its circle of confusion in my mind...
Hang the moon for me, my Love
Set it high in the starry sky...
Razor blade gleaming in the pale moon light
My thirst for relief overwhelms tonight...
The wilting flowers with early dew
Take up the ground where beauty grew...
Dying body on the floor
Aching, crying nevermore...
The wilting flowers with early dew
Take up the ground where beauty grew...
I feel you deep within me:
Burden, blessing, beast, or beauty...
They all think the girl they see is the real me..
They all wish they, too, could be more like she...
Razor blade gleaming in the pale moon light
My thirst for relief overwhelms tonight...
Once upon a time I looked upon the world as mine for the taking. I never considered that it might, instead, take all of me. |
Loving you was never the problem - it was trying to love you enough for us both that was impossible. |
If one falls both into and out of love; where does one land? |