11-14-13

I want to hear a story, love,

Before we go to sleep.

Tell me why someone like you

Would want my heart to keep.

I’m like a storm, a hurricane

A mess of wind and wave.

Sometimes I’m a volcano burning

With nothing left to save.

While you shine like the sun above

I cross you like a cloud.

Yet if I think of leaving this

I hear your heart beat loud.

It tells me that with you I’m home,

That you can see my soul.

You’ll tame the storm and cool the fire

You’ll mend up every hole.

The woman who tried to fix herself

Is almost willing here

To let you kiss the pain away,

To wipe up every tear.

I don’t know what’s become of me,

This princess in her chains.

I don’t feel like myself tonight,

Everything is strange.

So tell me, Charming, if you can

How you found the witch in need

And saved her from herself at last

Though she could make you bleed.

Tell me why you love me still

When I can be quite mad

Then perhaps I’ll have the strength to say

You’re the best I’ve ever had.

Trading Souls for Peace

I waited for you by the sea

Until in the waves I drowned.

I stood in thunder, lightning, wind

Until I couldn’t hear a sound.

I laid in the desert until I burned

And still you never came.

Your promises I held tight to me

Yet each life it’s been the same.

In my darkest moments I went on alone

I found the sun myself.

And all the while you kept a picture

High atop a shelf.

Because that’s all I am, is it not?

A ghost to love from afar.

Someone that you tell others of

“She was once my star…”

It is easier to walk alone

When I know the hope is gone

Instead of believing lettered lies

Saying ‘Now it won’t be long.’

But I can’t deny the pain I feel

Knowing our sad past.

That you and I were made as one

And this ache will always last.

People often live with tragedy

After pieces fall apart.

But I’ve never known of a single person

Who has lived without their heart.

Your love has killed me through the years

I know you don’t recall.

But I’ve been cursed with sight, you see

And I’m haunted by it all.

So perhaps you could take the jar

The one where my heart beats.

Send it to me wrapped up safe

Before the past repeats.

And I’ll trade souls with one complete

A girl with hair of fire.

So she can search for you, her half

You’ll come, you’ll feel desire.

While I go on my way at last

Feeling like I’m whole.

How terrible that to find my peace

I have to trade my soul.