petula-faerie

I could write tonight in a hundred words or a thousand tongues could I write tonight. I could, romanticise tonight. The moon, the whispers, the stranger conversation, because there's a kiss of cool breeze against my skin and I can smell the rain that's setting in. I miss petty nonsense the things that weren't tangible; dreams that crept under covers and other, old lovers. Silent agreements made with the heart were later shot down, before poetry could start. Prayers weren't without meaning, answers rang true and always, of course my thoughts were of you. When today is the dream of tomorrow, and tomorrow is the fantasy of

Too much fear, not enough hope and what tomorrow brings none of us know. Still, your kiss is on my mind and while, from my lips logic spills I wish you'd ignore I wish you'd demand I wish you'd try. But, it's too much and I understand. Neither of us dare bare responsibility when it all goes wrong. For wrong it must go. So I shall believe. So I shall know. So you shall trust. And hence we will end before we let a beginning take seed.

Though our tale is long ended tears still threaten at the thought of you, as though it were but yesterday that saw you steal my heart away. We could play all night long forever impatient forever avoiding, even fearing dawn. And you would taunt yes, you would tease knowing how I need to please. I never thought yo check my heart resting perilously up above perched precariously; unlooked upon, unnoticed,  unloved.. And for a while I thought I must have got it back. But thoughts of you still ebb and flow, they remind me of that thing I lack. Twas to be your possession that, though forgotten now against my will and against my

Smoke swirls. Smoke curls. It whispers secrets you wish were lies and fogs the truth before your eyes. Everywhere is nowhere again Drift past the eyes of a watching friend Mumbled, muddled, maybe mulled Wash the guilt away with suds Twisted words lose little sense To twist your words makes little sense Chase a rabbit down a hole Where, oh where did that world go? One part fantasy and daydreams, One part peaceful delirium, One part me and nothing more. Where, oh where did my world go? Aim for happy, settle at content. And suddenly I'm spent. More I wish I had to say, but nothing do I find. It seems that life today is no

I've been hunting for an inspiration it appears was left behind in the pieces of my heart that I left behind in you. You'll find traces on your fingertips, where once you held my hand. You might feel it tingle on your lips, my old favourite playground. Perhaps you'll notice portions trapped in the defenses that kept your heart safe and sound. Now ink, not blood flows freely from my pen tip. I knew I was flirting with disaster but nothing could make me stop and though I was courting the cliff edge I was still terrified of the drop. And now you're the home I can no longer visit, the safety cord that finally snapped, the secu

look into the glass the bubbles rise breathe your breath spread the lies know the pain of these shattered remaints the life - long past that you feared to embrace its a struggle to keep so many ripples from forming into waves as you try to change the tide to hide it all away you need this chance to change she released you from her chains so now your painting pillows is it better than drinking pills? look up fiery skies of morbid crimson tears of red hot pain spill upon your icing sugar cheeks its this grief that she loves and a fear that spreads from the roots of your soul to the fingers that administer tonight's deat