I’m not very pretty
But I pretend to be smart
I really like music
I appreciate art
I don’t wear my hair up
And I can’t walk in heels
But I know how to laugh
And I know that I’m real
I don’t much like shopping
And I don’t wear J. Crew
But I’m true to my heart
And my heart’s true to you.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Soul Stitches
We have stitched ourselves together
Through the needle of an eye
Souls melted together
For the span of both our lives
We’ve pulled the stitches tight enough
No space between for lies
And we’ve tied the ends so firmly
There’s no need for sad goodbyes
Through the needle of an eye
Souls melted together
For the span of both our lives
We’ve pulled the stitches tight enough
No space between for lies
And we’ve tied the ends so firmly
There’s no need for sad goodbyes
Star Searching
Baby I’ve never
Been closer to the stars
But I think that I’d rather
Have my head on your heart
And we’d lie beneath them
And they’d look so far
But we’d feel all wrapped up
In their velvety arms
Because there is no star
Or planet or moon
That could ever fill up
My heart more than you
And even if all
Of my dreams could come true
I’d never fly up there
If I couldn’t bring you
So lie with me baby
On this starlit turf
And let’s let our roots
Sink into the dirt
And although our bodies
Are trapped here on Earth
My eyes will always
Be star-searching first
Been closer to the stars
But I think that I’d rather
Have my head on your heart
And we’d lie beneath them
And they’d look so far
But we’d feel all wrapped up
In their velvety arms
Because there is no star
Or planet or moon
That could ever fill up
My heart more than you
And even if all
Of my dreams could come true
I’d never fly up there
If I couldn’t bring you
So lie with me baby
On this starlit turf
And let’s let our roots
Sink into the dirt
And although our bodies
Are trapped here on Earth
My eyes will always
Be star-searching first
Laryngitis
thirty two notes
trapped in my throat
straining to be free
song after song
and each one longs
to be free
but I’m all choked up
I can’t spit them out
my voice is gone
can’t sing, can’t shout
can’t scream, can’t cry
want to weep, want to die
I don’t know how
to speak softly
to use kind words
all I want
is to bitch out the world
trapped in my throat
straining to be free
song after song
and each one longs
to be free
but I’m all choked up
I can’t spit them out
my voice is gone
can’t sing, can’t shout
can’t scream, can’t cry
want to weep, want to die
I don’t know how
to speak softly
to use kind words
all I want
is to bitch out the world
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