I want a warm blanket
A hundred year rest
Lily of the valley next to my bed
And summer music,
Radio head or third eye blind
Something warm

If Castles Are Castles

If castles are castles
And princes are horses
Then teacups and dresses should be locked away
Little stuffed hands can’t hold spoons anyways
The spark of the camera set you on fire
Till you were warm every time you saw that print
You in white dress beauty
Flowers over that strawberry blond hair
Tied back in braids
And that string tied your fingers together
But judged as you pledged your undying love
And placed a hand on your belly
Like it could mask your unfaith
He helped you up into that carriage
And took you far away
Mountain air bars
And marble lies
You are a doll
A shell that when opened is only another shell
Made up nice
Like the northern lights
A trick of the big guy
Now wish your eyes were black glass
So you wouldn’t see
That your prince is a horse
And your castle is only a castle
It will never be the home you need

Vivian

You wear that fur like a robe
Wrap it tight
Pretend not to care
You stalk off at the mention of a name
But in the night
Or on those nostalgic smoke and vinyl days
You become soft
Passing hand through hair
And fingers at the temple
You lay on red wool blankets
Lazy and absent minded
Hand placed on hand like a prayer

Princess

Sitting so regal
So high on the railing
So low in the grass
Catching firefly dreams
And mouse whispers
Saying never like a lie
And forever like a curse
Green eyes wonder
Silk smooth hair
So brown it’s black
Speckling now with gray
Curl so tight
Sleep so sound
Beg for special circumstances
And to be left alone
But I can’t give you either

Let's Supose

Let’s stay in tonight
Let’s have blanket and whisky warmth
Curl up together
Your hands in my hair
My hands resting on my hip
The T.V. is humming
Are hearts are softly panging
Your breath is the strings
It’s a night of soft necks and painted fingers
And “baby don’t go”

French Exam

I should study for French. I really Should. But i don't want to. All those words are too confusing and I cant get my tenses right. And My grade is ok, if I flunk the exam it wont be the end... shiiit I hate French...

Finger played pianos never suited her
But finger paints did
Yellow mixed rooms with funny cartoon walls
Were painted pink cloud dream
She says it helps her sleep
With all those good feelings
 
Her shoes all have holes in the sides
But she never wears socks
And lipsticks applied but always wiped off
No funny faces
 
She loves to wear scarves
And sweaters and hats
And loves when it rains
And loves to get wet
 
Her hair changed colors till it settled on blond
And she cried every night
Till she forgot God