Her love is her punk guilt — his dishonesty is his perverse pride.
Pretty pink lady
You rescue him like an angel above
But you know deep down you can’t save him
From the dark side of his love.
Punk guilt and sexy shame
For the dirty little things you do
Won’t stop his mind from wandering
Was his loyalty ever true?
So you find yourself in heart’s heaven
Or hellish purgatory of the mind
Within you lies a longing
Your punk heart may never find.
Can you see her in red? She sees red in your dark light. Evil prevails, but adds fuel to Good’s fire.
What is this feverish pitch?
A high-power flute in the ear
Come near me and we will weep together
But don’t come back —
My heart can’t squeeze any tighter
My gut pain hasn’t subsided
You are not my dark light
You are figments of bright evil
You are darkness at best and charlatan fallen-angel at worst
Curse you —
You’ve too vile a smile
Work to keep your lady in red
Or rot in nothingness —
Don’t taint my mind with poison
Dark light was the mental illness, not the cure to lonesomeness.
Her love, her faith; she gives herself the gift.
Christmas holds the gift
For years before she could not feel it
Lost in the snowy haze
Of her mind, she could not see it.
Selfish and contrived
Never by choice, but by sculpted faith
Or lack thereof, she wandered
Distracted from her place.
Here she has a home
With or without her knight
It’s more than she could bear
Her tears of joy followed by the sight —
Of a wish to have her heart
All to herself again
It may be in his hands —
Though, with love of self, she wins.
I hope you let me be your light this time — I promise only once.
Only once, I want to lift your spirits
Bring you back to life with the setting sun
He sleeps, but as night falls, she is awaken
The moon dances light on your face, only once.
Only once, take my hand and let me carry you
I am not weak, but a resilient force to take you back —
To a time when you felt safe and sound
And I will travel time for you, only once.
Only once, do I dare touch your hair
Push it back on your face and wipe your tears
There is no room for fear here
You will love me this time, even if it’s only once.
Out of her mouth she whispers words only for her to hear.
She whispers, soft at first
As the night chill enters her room
She grows louder
A semi-silent flight.
Sailing through time, bottled up
No longer able to hold back
It is her captivating smile
Bringing her might.
Never again will she be tied down
Drowning in gold and silver
Liquid to the touch
But so solid she can’t escape.
Her mind is her fortress
Asking for help from mothers before her
Carrying herself to freedom
Her life is her own to create.
My new self sings to my old self and my spirit lifts with me.
Her voice lifts
The sound of her singing echos
She stands tall
And carries herself through the pain.
She forgets her troubles
She is sane.
It may be small
A fleeting moment
But with me
I have my old self.
And her voice carries out the tune
Of old and new memories
She is not forgotten
She is with me —
I am my own muse.
Finally, I have come to know what a wild horse feels as she is set free.
Overly cautious, I used to be the one
Who stayed inside her head, never speaking up
Or speaking out
For what I strongly believed in.
Then you opened the door, I crawled through it
Held back for so long by the leash, I was foolish
Finally I let you
Show me the way.
My eyes and heart swing wide around, an orbiting
Soul-star, helium carrying me higher
I’m lit by your fire.
Undone ribbons are all that is left of the past life
I lived, tied up before but I still forgive
You of the damage done
Now he carries my Sun.
I don’t want him — I want her.
And nothing else matters.
Closely watching her movements
Rickashaying against the curtain are her shadows
Lamplight softening the harsh dark silhouette
Telling tales of her waking up in meadows.
For me, nothing else matters
Except the gleam of the light in her eyes
Showing how brightly her words swirl
Through inner workings of her mind.
I changed my mind
I don’t want him — I want her
Nothing else matters:
Cat caught ladybird.