Princess walking down the isle,
Inherited queen's beauty's galore...
Trapped. . .
Gray clouds looming overhead...
In the narrow, dark, passage,
Amidst the dismal corridors...
I miss the way you looked at me
I miss the way you held me tight...
I awake each day feeling empty inside
It all hurts and it’s eating me alive...
I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness...
For once,
If I stopped healing...
I wish people could stop asking me about my music
When I just want to be left alone...
and it begins to snow.
I make frost hearts upon...
I blew smoke rings...
I can feel myself falling into despair
Reaching for your hand but it's no longer there...
I want some warm rays for the days of December
and as silence gets colder I'd need a coat to wrap...