It doesn't come out right. Ever.
I miss your voice,
Oh Dear
Its a beautiful thing.
Dear lady,
I want to hear it again,
My baby,
I want to hear it sing.
No, nothing comes out right for you anymore.
Once, twice, I'm sold.
Like a discount rack.
All the good deals are
Gone.
Did you get what you came for?
I hope it was perfect.
Darling,
do you wear it round your neck?
does it grace your finger?
sport it on your wrist?
wrap it round your ankle?
Lover
does your treasure sparkle?
like a diamond?
a star?
a wish?
Oh I hope its perfect,
you know I'd settle for nothing
less than what I have left to
Give.
Its what I'm good at
after all its all I can say I'm worth
are pennies.
cheap tricks for a carnival
Trick
or treat me sweetheart,
just give me something to go on
throw me something or I just might
Sink
into every inch of you,
so deeply they'll never find me.
is that enough for you to lose me
in yourself
of all places to lose something
its the one place you think
you know best.
So lose me,
but love what you've lost,
just lose me in you.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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