The Lamppost

I’ve been having those awful nightmares again, where I wake up screaming, kicking and fighting with people I don’t know. I don’t know why it started up again. My peaceful slumber has not been this badly disturbed since... The Lamppost.

Foolhardy, Like You So In Love

I never used to beg as a child. Now I’m on my knees asking you please, please, please, please. Instead you kill me with a smile and a ha ha ha.

“I’m here,” was all you had to say to chase away the monsters from below my bed. But instead you had me up against a wall with your hands around my neck.

Gestures got displaced- like denial of a sacrificial dream to unreach the stars and hide behind the moon to never have to see the light-of-day all over again.

“I’m leaving, I’ll see you in a minute,” I say as the fire licks at my feet and the heat envelopes me.

Too Much of a Good Thing is Just Right for Me

I wanna write a song about a dream I had,

Where I felt as light as a ton of feathers when my heart was as heavy as a ton of bricks.
I wanna illustrate a comic strip
And make it mean everything to one person... And know that it was all worth the sixpence we shared.
I want to kiss in the rain And only come up for air when the snow coats my nose.

Can we blur the lines?
Bend the rules?
Fight the good fight?
For the love of nothing better to do?
Can we be happy as the tears stream from dark eyes?

I want to be able to say: I love you enough to let you go where your heart leads you but selfishly never let go. “If loving you is wrong I never want to be right”.
I want to walk on a rainbow and at its end find a pot of gold full of ‘I love you- love Scott’s.
I’m falling out of love with a dream
And i don’t want to fight the feeling.
You stole my heart and I handed you my soul.