I live in a portrait of my own I sing in the mornings, and at night and sometimes in the day, and in my sleep, and while I shower, when I’m sad, and tears are all I have inside my soul. You called for me You saw dreaming in my eyes You all said I was the one. The one that they would want forever. The one, you all would want. the one who could be best. I didn’t need the best, perhaps just a little better than the rest maybe thats why I have always felt alone. Just a little. Stars hang around my shoulders. sometimes they feel heavy they tell me they are cold and sometimes I whisper to them that I am sad. Even when I am full floating in the clearest of the skies the world can only see half of who I am. and half of who I am supposed to be The rest of the world has always looked so far away. Craters plucked through my wholesome body, eat out my middle. But I am not to be eaten I am not to be enjoyed I am to be loved. But not by everyone Just by someone. Is it so wrong to crave the hearts of others? is it wrong to want the worship of their hands. Sometimes I am crescent, just for them I know they like it so. I can see the reflection of myself in their eyes as they glare at me through telescopic looking glasses. awaiting my every flinch asking for my every breathing detail. I, like some god who beckons sweet wishes from the sky Strike lightning, whilst I stroke the thunderous lips of the far away planets that hide in the corners of the universe so far you could never reach them. So far, that sometimes i am not sure they are even there. Darker still they laugh in clouds of candy kisses and make you smile, bigger grins of infamous joy until you are a slither of cheese. Since when was I made from anything but myself? Was it you that did that to me? Why did you tell them that? You hold my back whilst I light streets strutting on shoes as tall as scrapers So long they are taller than yours I think. I am frightful that when you - the sun, hide behind this heavy rainfall I might not shine anymore without you I may be no more than a reflection of dollar signs and bleach brave arrogance beside the stars, The people might not see me so well. You ask me: do I want that? I need you. Thats what you say. But you want me because I am free You need me because I am more than you I am something you can not understand Bewilder at my eyes and wander around my feet asking What happens inside my mind. Without you I may be darker I may feel heavy in the day I may not shine out of the papers and glisten like a pop preen princess of the galaxy I may be further from this world I may not stand brighter than any other in the darkness of the skies But I will still be here And I will be free.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 13:59:57 +0000
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