APreBrokenHeartLoveSong

This is the sweetest part
Before the chaos of reality coldly butts in
This is the sweetest part
Let it never end

Before this butterfly leaves my stomach
I'll forge a plan
I'll not let her go
I'll make a list
I'll forge a plan

1X bell jar
1X dose of cunning
1X jump around wildly
1X whatever it takes to foil her escape
She'll not get away

I'd rather smother her than let this feeling break free
Someone once said: "Set those that you love free!"
Well that someone sure as hell wasn't me
Was he drunk?

I'll disguise my love as hate
I'll dress up the snake
This pretty bird
Glue her wings

But I'll let her sing
She'll be my jailbird
and I'll promise her a jailor's ring

Sleep

My eyelids buckle under the weight of impending sleep
They strain under the weariness of the day
They resist the day's feeling of malaise
But are soon buried under sand
The victim of a childish prank
Time occupies a cheap seat in this warped space
Dali lived here
Jung was at play
The weight of the day grows lighter
The body too is slowly feathered and unfettered
Altitude
I'm smaller now
My body's a tomb
I'm held afloat
A diver in a cavernous body
No reason to wriggle or shift my weight
No discomforting fingers from a blanket's touch
No soft electricity from another's touch
I'm snug in this hollow space
I'll stay here for awhile
Til morning knocks