Perfect Distraction.

You've got me so wrapped around your finger I could watch my own back.
You've had me there a while and as a matter of fact, things aren't always what they seem.
You'd be the first to decieve.
You were just another face, another grain of sand.
But then you had me eating out of the palm of your hand.
Talking about it now almost makes me feel bad.
But I can't help thinking about your face.
You're probably tongue tied, nervous and dripping with sweat.
Looking a little surprised 'cause you'd thought I'd forget.
But oh, my dear, it all became so clear and i lay the truth down right here.
Silent with your words and loud with your actions.
To get this ball rolling I didn't have much traction.
I don't know what I did to bring on this fatal disease.
I was just your perfect distraction.
I still don't forget all the time I spent replaying the sound of your raspy voice inside my head.
But I wasn't an option just emotional satisfaction.
Just a grain of sand.
The perfect distraction.

T. B. C. T. E.

It burns like the lighters flame.
This back and forth game.
It's doing a number inside my head.
I can't help but trace the lines of your name with my fingertips lightly across the page.
You look like someone I used to know long ago but he used to smile back.
That was yesterday and he's just a memory.
A ghost I'd like to ressurect.
Everything's set in stone and I'm cemented in it.
I want to slip through the cracks and never come back.
I hear you screaming but there's no sound.
Only the laughter that the children found.
You put one hand on my cheek and the other on my shoulder.
You said I'd understand, "When you get older."
I pop the top from the bottle again.
The truth inside seems to be my only friend.
I drift to a place that only I know and I'll find you there and you won't let go.

The King.

A cool spring night and a lover's heart bursting delicately at the seams.
You held my hand and I fell apart.
Still too young to know what it means.
We spoke while we were color blind.
There was only black and grey.
I waited for signs of dawn.
The monster you peg me as is neither here or gone.
The honeysuckle grows wildly along the concrete wall.
I wanted love so desperately I would've sacrificed it all.
I gave my heart to the ruler of this nocturnal realm.
The king of music and delight.
All he asked in return was my kiss concealed by the night.
I turned him down selfishly for my soul thrives lovliest in light.
I am reborn, anew again, but a small part of me I left with him.

Let The Gates Open!

A million apologies for falling off the face of the earth. I finally bought a phone that can support my desires as a mobile blogger while I find myself temporarily without an automobile. At least I've been able to buckle down and get toooons of writing done! :) Build an ark because I'm sending a flood of posts of the luxurious kind ;)

Xoxo, B.