There was once a hope. A sliver of light. It came in through the shadows. It promised me the stars. And I twirled and laughed and sighed. It has promised me the stars!
I clapped my hands in glee. Grew and bloomed under the welcome warmth. Made a daisy-chain of dreams and wove it into my hair. And I twirled and laughed and sighed. It has promised me the stars!
It made a halo around the grief. It made the edges all soft. It blurred the past and it made me blush. It made my smile true. And I twirled and laughed and sighed. It has promised me the stars!
I danced, a mad two-step, a dizzying waltz. I walked light, a little above. I cried for joy...Oh! How I cried for joy. And I twirled and laughed and sighed. It has promised me the stars!
I knew how to possess. I knew the ecstasy of touch. I knew the safety of a wall behind me. I knew desperate want. And I twirled and laughed and sighed. It has promised me the stars!
It made my heart beat faster. It made me believe in clichés. It made life wear a sheen of rose. And it made me feel loved. And I twirled and laughed and sighed. It has promised me the stars!
Then it wrapped up its little bag. Said the stars are a little too high mistress. Said that you feel a little too much mistress. Said I need to leave now mistress. Said you were a little too foolish mistress.
Then it said the stars are a little too high mistress.
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