Jack and Jill
Kissed on the hill...
In my attic there is a story
Of a man made cocky from all his glory...
I wish I could close my eyes
and make you disappear...
In the mist of my mind i could change anything at...
In the mist of my mind i am god of my own world...
What is this torment with which you have laid upon...
That thou thought that my body would give way to...
What a day it would be
If I didn't have to deal with reality...
Star light, star bright
can you see me cry tonight...
Falling Stars, coming down with a cherry burst
Pixie Dust, streaking through fire...
I remember playing in the garden
and picking petals off a rose...
I am but a servant in the royal court of my...
Society says, our love can never be...
'It might be our last day', they mockingly say,
not believing the words they were just so quick to...
Jagged edges
Tipped with blood...