Reality Alternate

Sitting wrong side up on the couch

Feet dangling in the sky

Tears let not the plants die

Forgiveness came at midnight-noon

Mailed the letter to P.O. Box

Nowhere important

Where someone important

Reads "To whom it may concern"

The men of dreams?

Always present in the ladies mind

That is where their dreams tend to reside

"Dreams come true"

Could be considered fairy tale

But it just looks like reality to me

When our mind's image

Comes to life

little things

This little thing
Invitation to "hang out"
This little thing
Being mentioned in the conversation
This little thing
A drive with the windows down
This little thing
Swinging on the swingset, together, in perfect sync
This little thing
Being spoken to directly by name
This little thing
Riding in the back seat of the "hot car"
This little thing
Sitting next to him
This little thing
Meeting someone new
These little things
Made the day
Thanks to you

can't forget regret

Drip
Drop
The sound of rain
Like the sound of tears
Letting out the pain
Showing all my fears
All the wasted years
I wish that you were near
But I know you will never hear
I'm sorry my dear
My words falter to the darkness
This empty room
Hears nothing but the regret
Something you may
Some things I can never
Forget

POV

Incorporate that song
Listen it
Feel it
Believe it
Make me want to
Do The same
Lets us soar not
On wings of eagles
But…
On the backs of pigeons
Seeing the world
In a different light
Believing that all things
are possible
Even from the strangest
Smallest
Point of view
Let the melody guide
Us…

you take me

You grab me by the waist
You kiss my lips to yours
It was less than a year
My fears opened your doors

The night silent
Sticky like the sweat
It was created

You take my had
Lead me much deeper than
A threat
I dip in my feet

Such sweet resistance
It comes from the core
You take me by the soul

Open up the door
Not welcome anymore

You tangle me up
Like sheets
I lie in them no more
Closing the door

missing the muse

Have I become empty?
Why can't I write it down?
There is pen and paper
All I do I lie down

I try so hard now
To make something flow
This blank girl
Is waiting for her muse to show

The time ticks by
All I can do is cry
All I can ask is why
Did my spirit have to die?

spin record round

Unplug the chord
Turn off the power
Let down the needle
It is no longer comedy hour

Spinning around
Again and again
Pictures of yesterday
Slowly fade away
Barely knowing
Wanting
Wishing
You would stay

The time passes slowly
The hour hand is stuck on
3am
I must be lonely

It finally picks up
Things finally caught
Then the music ends
With a crackling halt

I would like to stay
All hours
All day
Eventually all will notice
I've gone away

We are still breathing
But we have been dead
For a while

Death to real love
Something that might last
No way moving all to fast

Too good to be true
What it seems to you
Silly me still hoping
This could pull through

But it ends tonight
No heart
Just vile
Because hey, thats whats in style
What it seems to you