Little one sent me away
little one. So i can't sleep
Said she knew the time in rome
and i couldn't try, and stop her from seeing past the bathroom door
and
oh no, she didn't try
to pry with eyes so bitterly dry from all the ache of
adolelesence
and all that i knew
was how to turn clocks to present time.
She wrote a few things on my wall,
covered up by papered paint
and all the sweet calenders.
Her eyes were softer after that, wider yet still full of
substance.
Some one took her away, after that.
He told me, he told me that i was wrong
To try, and keep a bird inside.
Inside me.
So i let her fly i let her be
Didn't she know that roundabouts always come back to me.
Motorway child and
Dual carriageway birds
I left car running on the drive to detatch the frost
I yearned for some sort of release, from captive wings and skeletal beasts
But his etches in my skin formed the outline of dictation.
I saw beaches at night, and i heard people's voices against the night time sky
Sided with the crackling of wood becoming prey to fire.
I tried to turn my head to face him those miles away,
but i felt a clutch around my face that kept it straight.
Did i become worse to bare the mornings?
Holding six glasses in two hands, i hummed a tune familiar of him.
And the scabs on my back ached in the dull way that his voice still led in my mind.
How could i think of any one else this week?
I found more productivity in writing all night than to have sex.
Did any one else feel the wind change?
he could never miss it, as i led upon my drive at Two.
My back arched over a corsa,
the stars lied to me with their presence dotting the sky above.
Subtle chords bought me lyrics from a voice i thought i'd heard before.
I knew he'd forgotten me again, because they stopped coming in from the shore.
Lying awake
on the beach late at night. My eyes begged forgiveness for day time's pathetic frights
and he hung over me
like a towel draped in water.
I couldn't say no to such a, dealt sort of character.
Kiss me, I'd sigh, and pray to make up his mind,
but all around me the soft sounds of morning approaching made it awfully awkward
and sullenly dull.
And my eyes lulled back again, glazed over with daylight's presence.