just like a princess

I went out
last night a girl
a stranger
―I came back a woman

a prince tasted my lips
beneath the balcony
— made for each other

I should have realised sooner
I needed to calm down,
whatever happened
to my resolutions?
I shouldn’t have called him
so soon after last night
― just like a princess

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dreaming was easy

dreaming was easy,
loving her was hard;
she left me feeling faded,
like a pair of skinny jeans,
even when body
was close to mine
she kept on with her rebellion
against the whole world,
mistaking it for love,
keeping it far from simple,
we went round in circles
playing her games
that messed with my head,
back and forth,
touching the nerves across my ribs
so warm and soft,
before she kissed me
and everything was right again.

This I understand

eyes open ― dressing in silence,
stray hair falling across my face;
black jeans ― tight ― crop top;
these are the clothes I wear now,
but what kind of person am I?

part of me is still angry,
remembering the heat in my cheeks,
the warning in my head ― her words,
I ―am a dangerous thing,
this I understand.

Whispers

Don’t ask what I’m thinking
about the world where I live
I don’t care where it is
how that wall came between us
what made us weak were whispers

Bush ballad

Breezes high wave treetops
A lowly crow is flying
No future bright by campfire glow
Where time strikes down all men
For in the name of love
There is no mercy

Cry like a river

I guess I’m just a girl you used to know
When you needed some time on your own
From the things you loved in me
How you tried to fly away
And each time I would catch you
And bring you back to cry like a river

Desire

She liked the words
Liked to hear them spoken
With her own voice repeating
A step further at the precise moment
Slowly pursing her lips like a flower
Whispering soon she promised
To become a child again
Full of impossible gaiety
Wanting something more
Than just words

Eyes of love

Eyes of love wept
At the glance not intended
For the bedroom door
Had she dared
Touch her heart’s
Need for intimacy
Something dark

Smoky morning

Smoky morning
Lover’s cup
Right words struggle
Coming out wrong
Waiting for an answer
She lied, I’m perfectly fine
Going through a looking glass
To collect her thoughts
My cup rattled in its saucer
Making a complete mess of my mind
Breath catching, hands tucked
Into my lonely little life
Staring at those pretty blue eyes
Thinking about the chalk circle
That black book
The clippings she’d taken from my fringe
Whispering all the while
Enchanted by her soft voice
Blaming myself for the argument
The loss of trust

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