there once was a dream
to live high up in the clouds...
i know not what is happening to me;
i'm more sacred, more pragmatic than i had ever...
If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...
On most days before I sleep,
I cautiously slip under the duvet and...
butterflies flutter away at the back of my mind,
it's chemistry with biology...
He placed his lips on mine
and my ever steady heart took flight...
It's all so childlike;
summer times back in school...
Your hands on my skin,
they've never been...
Nights like these remind me how lonely I am;
bunchful of friends around me...
Call me a good girl
So I may revel in my eager subservience...
my words are a tomb
I bury myself in...
The lanes all draw to the same end,
we know how paths work...