this one i wrote with a dear friend in mind, the only way i could try to feel her pain is by writing it down.. 29 November 2004
Butterflies flutter in her stomach
Cold rush, cavorting heart,
A little eccentricity
She walks on clouds, fly among the stars
In a paradise of all things sweet
With only him & her in it
Oh, how dreams so beautiful
So easily shattered
Her sweet paradise
Now a fantasy
A mockery
Yet another page is turned
Another scar deepened
And she walks on pretending
Or wanting to pretend
Nothing irregular happened
Yes she learns
But yet she yearns
The taste of the forbidden fruit
Lingering on in her mouth
Long after its juice has all been sucked out
Oh, how a dream so virtuous
So blatantly ridiculed
Her naïve innocence
Stripped
Prostituted
Did she learn?
What does she yearn?
While the stale after-taste of the bite remains
Her bosom cringes each time she reminisce
And the man-shaped hollowness in her heart
Inflates..
Cold rush, cavorting heart,
A little eccentricity
She walks on clouds, fly among the stars
In a paradise of all things sweet
With only him & her in it
Oh, how dreams so beautiful
So easily shattered
Her sweet paradise
Now a fantasy
A mockery
Yet another page is turned
Another scar deepened
And she walks on pretending
Or wanting to pretend
Nothing irregular happened
Yes she learns
But yet she yearns
The taste of the forbidden fruit
Lingering on in her mouth
Long after its juice has all been sucked out
Oh, how a dream so virtuous
So blatantly ridiculed
Her naïve innocence
Stripped
Prostituted
Did she learn?
What does she yearn?
While the stale after-taste of the bite remains
Her bosom cringes each time she reminisce
And the man-shaped hollowness in her heart
Inflates..
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