Effect

I wish i had this profound story book ability to have this kind of effect on men. Where they are drunk of my presence for all eternity. Where they can't get enough, nothing in the world could pull them away from me. A natural gravitation pull that just happens and both parties sink into it like vanilla ice cream atop of hot sticky date pudding. It could exist, this effect i am speaking of. Commonly mistaken for love i can only quess at this point. I've seen it and I've felt it, i want it on a constant dose like a slow and stead IV.  i can only wield love temporarily it seems and then my appeal must fade away like old perfume. just a faint trail of what the first sprtiz smelled like. Or is this how men are in general? they are on fire for you and nothing could be better and then they overdose and you're just there. You're just left there standing wondering why that flame just got dim. He came and he didn't wait for you. The longer i live the more i don't understand. Consistence is such a rare gift. Consistency paired with love is like finding a natural perfect  huge pearl in the middle of the ocean. I am so simple. I require so little. A drop of water daily to grow. But the only drops of water are the tears that fall from my eyes.

Farewell to the Fairground

The light still in our eyes
We're leaving this old fairground behind
It's a dream that's growing cold
The circus never dies
The act forever haunts these skies
I know we cannot stay

Farewell to the fairground
These rides aren't working anymore
Goodbye to this dead town
Until the ice begins to thaw

This place used to gleam
I'd see it in my hopeful dreams
Now I have to get away
We move towards the stars
And all that we touch becomes ours
Let's keep warm 'til it's day

Farewell to the fairground
These rides aren't working anymore
Goodbye to this dead town
Until the ice begins to thaw
We'll head south just hold my hand now
I feel like I'm casting off my clothes
And I'm running through the snow towards the sunset
And I'm always with you

Keep on running
Keep keep on running
There's no place like home
There's no place like home

-white lies

All Pourch Dogs Waiting

There were wounds that were licked and healed.
there were words that healed and licked
there were exchanges that lived a life on their own
they never had to end
they never had to go
i was always there
i was always here
i was only sitting still
and then one day a a golden cage came
and captured me
though the words where there
and the life they lived were free
they didn't pursue
they wouldn't come to capture me
so then they disappeared
the words dove into a black hole of their own
existing there and waiting like a porch dog does
it's wasn't my choice
it wasn't part of the poem