Post by Laura on Feb 5, 2006 19:20:18 GMT -6
a/n: this is actually a breath of relief for me. I've been writing about love way too much and this is what I'm usually like ... kind of confusing, drawn out ... it may not be as good or what people like ... but it's me.
Virgin Melody
and I need to go
skidding off a cliff in a straight jacket
pause, belt a tune
off key and off melody and off the edge I'll drift
I'll drive,
grass staining my jeans,
my pink t-shirt in the sandy lot
I once kissed here, under the moonlight
the star lit sky opened up and welcomed
grabbing his hand, grabbing my purse
ready to jump off the side
scratching my knees, ripping my skin
easing my emotional baggage with blood
screaming out my veins
let me out, let me get away, let me run
until I can't bleed anymore
and I need to go.
I don't want to see your face
brushing into my water schemed dream
fading into the colours of my etch-a-sketch
a black and white fantasy with red, red, red
pretty your cheeks, your pictures
my hand was as warm as a heart
driving to keep the lungs from rushing off
there your air seeps into me
climbs down my branches
caught on my skirt, a little tear
I focused, unfocused, refocused
disconnected any feeling I had to you
I lifted, I breathed to get the new air in
it stops me from thinking.
you stop me from reaching . . .
out.
how I needed to get out, to get away
the beautiful sketches you penciled for me
they were all a waste
the dark lines around my eyes are coming to life
my eye shadow has nothing on this
swimming, just skimping, where I slid
down to dancing, rummaging my toes to work
blistered and unkissed, untouched,
unloved and even unbreakable for a moment
only a second I forgot my name
requires only positive thoughts
I'm out of this, I think, I thought, I knew
I was out of your love and your moments
the second you left my touch
to fall apart,
it's what I needed.
whisking, just mixing my flour and my honey
melted liquid, I'll mould right in
you will be the black circle on my wrist
I craved, I carved, I created
celebrated with a golden crown
I almost collapsed
hold me I cried help to hold me but no one
not a soul to rescue this bloodless heart
it's beating, I'm breathing, but I'm not believing
smile in a bowl of fish they swim
I swim too, as I slid off that cliff
I swam out to the sea and like a star fish
I lived without looking
and like a jellyfish I stuck to the mud
right beside the light house
it was the only light
that could comfort me.
for now,
I mean for later when I'm older
and wiser and a lot more crystal clear about this
jump, make my legs bend and expand
and spring up again just like making love
under a scarlet rocked sky
and movement was involuntary
with him by my side scaring my insides
searching my outside for some answers
he wanted to make me a dish
I was dined, I knew the wine was too much
for now,
I knew
I need to get out
I damaged
I illusioned, proclaimed innocence
I was as virginal as the devil in a skimpy black dress
outside the bar
outside I wanted
I mocked, I massacred
I aged, I lost my way
and I need to go.
Virgin Melody
and I need to go
skidding off a cliff in a straight jacket
pause, belt a tune
off key and off melody and off the edge I'll drift
I'll drive,
grass staining my jeans,
my pink t-shirt in the sandy lot
I once kissed here, under the moonlight
the star lit sky opened up and welcomed
grabbing his hand, grabbing my purse
ready to jump off the side
scratching my knees, ripping my skin
easing my emotional baggage with blood
screaming out my veins
let me out, let me get away, let me run
until I can't bleed anymore
and I need to go.
I don't want to see your face
brushing into my water schemed dream
fading into the colours of my etch-a-sketch
a black and white fantasy with red, red, red
pretty your cheeks, your pictures
my hand was as warm as a heart
driving to keep the lungs from rushing off
there your air seeps into me
climbs down my branches
caught on my skirt, a little tear
I focused, unfocused, refocused
disconnected any feeling I had to you
I lifted, I breathed to get the new air in
it stops me from thinking.
you stop me from reaching . . .
out.
how I needed to get out, to get away
the beautiful sketches you penciled for me
they were all a waste
the dark lines around my eyes are coming to life
my eye shadow has nothing on this
swimming, just skimping, where I slid
down to dancing, rummaging my toes to work
blistered and unkissed, untouched,
unloved and even unbreakable for a moment
only a second I forgot my name
requires only positive thoughts
I'm out of this, I think, I thought, I knew
I was out of your love and your moments
the second you left my touch
to fall apart,
it's what I needed.
whisking, just mixing my flour and my honey
melted liquid, I'll mould right in
you will be the black circle on my wrist
I craved, I carved, I created
celebrated with a golden crown
I almost collapsed
hold me I cried help to hold me but no one
not a soul to rescue this bloodless heart
it's beating, I'm breathing, but I'm not believing
smile in a bowl of fish they swim
I swim too, as I slid off that cliff
I swam out to the sea and like a star fish
I lived without looking
and like a jellyfish I stuck to the mud
right beside the light house
it was the only light
that could comfort me.
for now,
I mean for later when I'm older
and wiser and a lot more crystal clear about this
jump, make my legs bend and expand
and spring up again just like making love
under a scarlet rocked sky
and movement was involuntary
with him by my side scaring my insides
searching my outside for some answers
he wanted to make me a dish
I was dined, I knew the wine was too much
for now,
I knew
I need to get out
I damaged
I illusioned, proclaimed innocence
I was as virginal as the devil in a skimpy black dress
outside the bar
outside I wanted
I mocked, I massacred
I aged, I lost my way
and I need to go.
