twilightgem

You and I both understand how it is For we are both free spirits Too much akin That being kept in a more Pronounced manner-- There is really more to be unsaid From beneath the surface, and I delight in being the Unnamed one As you probably do, too-- Would seem too unsettling... But, my dear, No one, yet, has given me That look... You can rightfully say I've yet to see more, But your eyes, each time, still Become those of a lamb's.

Can't I be the sun? 'Cause I burn like him at my core, And with you far away I just wish to get to you At the speed of light Since words sometimes are not enough. But they are all I have. For now, they're all I have. But anyway, I'm sun-kissed rosey these days For I've been bathing in these Late golden afternoons. He wished he was the sun. I stopped there and smiled, Thinking "Don't you know he's you?"

Grey Bear, Dear Panther, Here's a sick girl before you. She's been struck down again By some foolish yellow light. Well, it was a pretty sight... Though that's all it should be. Couldn't leave it at that So I end up like this. Good thing, though, that I got my coffee for free 'Cause I have just been Sucked out of it dry. And now I'm a sparrow Aiming ultrasonic spikes. Can you hear me? Can you hear? I'm not as strong as I appear...

This place is too small even for someone like me Can't be alone when I need to be 'Cause everybody knows my name And isn't that insane? Home's calling for me though it hasn't been long Swiftly gliding on wings of songs From my hometown especially the street I've outgrown Sleepy town, with you, there's really something wrong And that's me I think the sun sets too soon over here I just cannot be Days have months outdone And thoughts of going home They keep me going on and on and on In sleepy town

Boy, Arden, For a spirit, You seem quite cold. Such a shame, That tiny frame, What your pictures show. This thing, You've outgrown, Which you never outsized. Don't throw it, don't throw It, don't throw your Red, red bow.

It used to be just Rose-- Graciously, she bows For time has been so kind. Blossom's on the way, Smiling in the sun. It's her turn now to play. She grows young again As the days roll by, And her tenderness swells. It melts the ice. For love is in the air-- It sings true And she breathes. For now, there's you And what joy you bring.

Last night I was a stranger in a foreign land; a bandit with a steak knife tried to steal my hand, and sell it on the market for a buck a pound. All I did was laugh and start to look around until I found a rock shaped like a loaf of bread and calmly placed it deep inside the bandit's head. The bandit dropped his knife like it was molten lead and went to prance and spin next to the flower bed. Tonight I am a pirate on a cargo ship with no idea who brought me on this pointless trip. A sailsman once had asked me if I needed sales; I curled up all my fingers and I broke his lip. A month ago I ate a turkey and a chair while sleeping in the warm