Floppy hair, funny face.
Lingering moment of single embrace.
Cherry red, extended smiles,
Encourages after life's trivial trials.
Fly me to the moon, my Rocketeer
Angst driven fuel takes us far.
Guitar's voices transfer to the next frontier,
A surreal carriage to the farthest star.
You and Boo can forget life's turns.
Fired up, double strength caffeine.
Coming back down like a falling star burns
Time of your life, just turned eighteen.
Communing over cigarettes;
A rock'n'roll cliche.
A night i'd prepared to be all regrets
Thanks to you, was the opposite way.
Disbelief at your belief
You utter with such conviction.
Threatening and hurtful
I despise you for your diction.
Within distance of yonder streetlights
Reducing power has taken hold.
As, crumbling, fall my defences
You fabricate my dignity sold.
Straight to my core is directed your arrow,
Spear, poison tipped, designed to inflame.
No way more immoral to elicit my repentance
Than causing emotional insult and pain.
Despite the fact that I have loved
For almost thrice a year
The self same person as ere I do now,
Slight suggestion still taints your ear.
And ignore the truth of friendships best
Platonic, complete and in love.
Relationships such complete the soul,
Never alone, my constant dove.
I never would,
I never could.
You know this now, you profess.
So why the suggestion, implication and sorrow
If your esteem never regressed?
I'd gone through it all with stitched up eyes,
Wonders of this life did my embroidery hide.
But because of you I'm unstitched, resurrected blind.
This kaleidoscope psychedelic world I'd never known:
It's you, all you, like I'm on LSD on loan.
Darling, you've driven me out of my mind.
Blood rushes to my head, savouring life in technicolour,
Everything sparkles, Sirius among morning dew-smothered.
Catch sunlight and let me be with you, not left behind.
I'll stay on this cataclysmic carousel if you ride the painted pony too,
Gaze at the cloudless sky and tell me why it's now true blue.
If only explain how you've affected me: I've never before shined.
Given me crystal eyes that beautifully distort reality to perfection,
Your presence, your love-my hearts fatal injection.
But I need you Honey, can't give up my precious find,
Lest I do and fall back into blinded line.
As I walk towards you my insides tremble,
This internal sickness does love resemble.
My crystal heart fails to beat;
Playing it's erratic love-sick suite.
My stomach flips on this emotional rollercoaster;
Like you're the icon on the pasted movie poster.
My torso transformed to an inhuman cage,
Butterflies imprisoned I feel flitting in a rage.
My legs so unstable that I feel the ground quake,
Such a struggle to stand, I see myself shake.
My mind races, confused, pre-empting what to say.
I hope you haven't noticed me but you're following my way.
My lips become so dry, no sound will they let pass,
Another chance encounter will be exactly like the last.
So I smile as I ache with the pain of wanting you,
Wanting and knowing it's a dream that'll not prove true.
Then your lips touch mine and the whole world glistens,
I whisper "I love you", you've made your decision.
Trying so hard to fit in,
Belong among the Stars.
Paint by numbers your pretty lips,
A shade too dark, matches your nail tips.
Your disjointed clothes, a cardinal sin:
Spur Fashionistas' wrath of Mars.
Pretty little fragile Wallflower;
Seeking sanctuary in a watchful corner.
Burning lights of paparazzi make you wilt
But the glare shows everything around to be gilt.
So while everyone around shines, you cower,
Retreat into yourself, forgotten fauna.
Though their rays beautifully blind
It is to this that you aspire.
Barbie doll puppets wearing false smiles
They're handed everything aided by manipulative wiles.
But the ascend so fast and leave you behind,
Trail blazing, the shooting star's fire.
It hurts so much deep inside though,
When they coldly survey you and sneer.
You'll never truly be one of them
With your counterfeit Tiffany gems.
Their mascara'd never run as real tears flow,
Or show cracks in their polished veneer.
Because their's isn't a world of actual life,
Merely an ongoing synthetic charade.
Reinvent themselves daily like the Morning Dew,
Dog eat dog, they'll never be good to you.
So realise and put down that glistening knife,
Thank God you're not part of that mechanical parade.
I used to dream, I used to hope
For twists of my life still to come.
What cruel disappointments I thought I could cope,
See them through and still be The One.
I used to dream, I used to believe
That mine would be the light to shine.
My sacred flame was the one I conceived
To be brighter, of a different kind.
I used to dream, I used to think
About standing out there on the stage.
Moving the people, connecting, a link,
Something meaningful, turn a new page.
I used to dream but never understood
What it is to stand on this stage.
Giving it up is something I never could:
It's my dream, but also my cage.