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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Reality

I used to go to sleep

anticipating sweet dreams

make beliefs like I was Cinderella

not needing the glass slipper because

I was already yah princess

you called me yah Rapunzel

and I would let down my hair

for you to climb and see me

I would rush to sleep

lying on the bed like sleeping beauty

feeling the sweetest kiss

from the sweetest lips

with a taste that of a jolleyrancher

I got lost on the path to you

spreading clues like breadcrumbs

and I was so hungry I just ate them up

not even realizing

I needed those to get to you

baby reach out yah hand I pleaded

but you left me in the snow

now I'm frozen

bitter like the ice queen from Narnia

I don’t want to see the word love

and if you speak it

I will condemn you

nail yah body to a cross and crucify you

that way

the only person that could save you

would be God

since then I no longer dream

I only see reality

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Reality

I used to go to sleep

anticipating sweet dreams

make beliefs like I was Cinderella

not needing the glass slipper because

I was already yah princess

you called me yah Rapunzel

and I would let down my hair

for you to climb and see me

I would rush to sleep

lying on the bed like sleeping beauty

feeling the sweetest kiss

from the sweetest lips

with a taste that of a jolleyrancher

I got lost on the path to you

spreading clues like breadcrumbs

and I was so hungry I just ate them up

not even realizing

I needed those to get to you

baby reach out yah hand I pleaded

but you left me in the snow

now I'm frozen

bitter like the ice queen from Narnia

I don’t want to see the word love

and if you speak it

I will condemn you

nail yah body to a cross and crucify you

that way

the only person that could save you

would be God

since then I no longer dream

I only see reality

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