Monday, March 15, 2010

Oh, Foxy

Damn ADD laced with anxiety, see me suffering. About that time, that time to fleet, before melancholy poisons daydream. Breathe deep into your dark pockets, now head up eat your Happy.

Glitter and Glue

Nothing can be erased when it's drawn up with tape.
I saw what was once passion, turned pity.
Oh shame.

He holds his secrets, wrapped up in fools gold.
But 'trust me', that kind of love isn't sold by the bundle.
And he knew this was more rare than the friendliest foe.

I can't coax love into hate, and I can't disconnect hope from fate.
But it's real, just real, and I'm reeling for the prettier view.
Oh God, give me a little glitter, a little glue to somehow replace you..