helpless

If ever there was a dream
A perfectly perfect dream
Where we would smile
And the stars would shine
I’d stay there.
It gets lonely in the mornings
And cloudy in the day
The wind gets cold and
You never have much to say
Batteries. Gadgets. Delays.
I might as well get paid
For being the *itch
With the leash
Muzzled at birth
Freed only to feed
On food that isn’t mine.

disclaimer. this doesn't say anything abt me. consider it my doodle beyond the margin. enjoy ;)

confessions. boxes. doors.

Most of my friends are imaginary
So try a smile, I’ll sing like a canary
And toss my darkest secrets out
What a stupid, stupid lout,
You’ll think. I know you will.
This girl’s an overspill
On my table, on my clothes
A bottle of champagne
And a bag of bones

mine.

I’m holding every breath for you baby

You’re the one, you have to be

No broken steps, no jammed doors

Outside, it’s ugly and it pours

From head to toe, soul to body heat

Inside, it’s warm – I rewind, repeat

Every last heart beat

That lets me believe

You belong to me.