9:42 pm / 21.01.04
I am a been there done that kind of girl
a postcard sent home
everynight I sleep alone
I have found my truth in a thin girl
who shines from the inside
and when she speaks
sirens can't compare to her beauty
I am spellbound.
I spoke too soon
I awoke too late
and sleeping here on shopping bag pillows
She knows I am not beautiful
she knows I can't compete
with the magizines she sees
but will she love me forever?
perhaps it is my sadness that needles me
perhaps I am dying.
I know I am a fish and she is water to keep me alive
I know I am human and she is breezes to keep me supplied.
I'll never know how to please her
never know how to state my love without sounding facetious.
but i do love her
I do love how she smiles
I do love that she is following a dream
a butterfly teasing her away
and she'll catch it.
catch it and
send it home to me
beautiful sounds so shabby when you are compared.
never forget me love.
never forget the one you're going to leave at home.
never cease to love a failed been there done that girl
In a world of "bought the T-shirt" promises.
never pass me by
on love: the two way street.