Friday, December 28, 2012

Love Scare

You don't want another pep talk
And my jaw bone is retired
Candy words have lost their flavor
Drip and cloud your sticky eyes

Spun between tight ropes and graves
On weather-beaten thread
You fantasize about the break
While I keep the crowd at bay

Sometimes I dream that killing moon
Would crush you on the horizon
Still every morning here comes the sun
And scarecrow guards my window

I spring up to find my heart shaped box
And swallow the skeleton key
But in every photo I stand alone
In a dream of a dream of a dream