simplyonfire

simplyonfire

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she stood quietly beneath the street lamp. it's dark here, as the snow falls down around her. her hair lays coiled beneath a warm scarf she wrapped around herself - not even the knit can keep her warm - little puffs of hot air make the snowflakes in front of her face dance. who's she waiting for? nobody's coming for miles, and yet there she stands.

I've never been bought nobody ever asked me for something never been bought out there's no price on my head give me this or give me that you can't ask me for what you have in mind there's no set way for me to give you something I've only got me, myself and I half the time I don't know what the words coming out of my mouth will be what is dripping from my fingers what is left

cheers to you, you stupidly courageous man. hasn't anybody told you stories? haven't you met my ex boyfriends? you really are silly... cheers.

liar

i believe in you i was stuck outside the door like a cat waiting to be let in i believed in everything you said she laughed when the words dripped from his slimy tongue. "It wasn't me who lied."

sickly sweet and it sticks it hurts my arms my legs i burn with fear it's not soft it scratches. i want to throw up i want to cry i want to cut myself i want to laugh i want to sing i want to yell but how you could hurt someone so small so beautiful your own child is beyond me.

beach

I never felt the air weigh more heavily on my skin than it is right now it's hot, sticky, sweaty just nothing falling off of my body I never wanted anything more than this damp weight I never wanted anything less than this damp weight I never wanted this damp weight but it sticks to my skin like arson.

beach

I was supposed to go there today it rained all morning who wants to get wet on the beach? stupid weather always ruins my plans i wish we could have gone stupid weather stupid rain... stupid beach.

tide

you held my hand inside the sand i've been here and there and everywhere but you know where i'd like to swim? i'd like to feel seaweed arms about my ankles and i won't scream and cry like i did when i was six if they belonged to you i've loved one beach all my life and felt one ocean's caress but to feel the tide in your eyes around my wrists would make me drown in your undertow

tide

I laughed because of ocean blue things that held me under, When I was six, I could have sworn it was Nessie, or a shark, dragging me down until I realized that your real fear is not the seaweed slurping and sucking at your toes, but the feeling of never being able to come back up for air just when you need it the most.

tide

never been swept away just by some stupid boy with hair like seaweed and arms that hold me close never been pulled out to undertow by a boy with tidal blue ocean green eyes.