RebeccaWeston

What time do they close the gate?
I know that the plane won’t wait
I wanted to buy duty free
but I can’t move til I’ve had a pee!

Why live life in the fast lane
watching life pass you by?
Why make complicated problems?
Slow down and SIMPLIFY

She thinks her shape went with the kids
and regrets not taking care of her figure
she thinks she must always cover up
he won’t find her sexy, two sizes bigger

A masked carnival. A time for great joy
A time when a girl can dress as a boy
She can walk right up and steal a kiss
And no on would know that he was a miss!

Sweating and shivering, I woke from my dream
Monsters hiding under my bed
Goblins and ghouls were staring at me
but was it all in my head?

You bleed – I cry
I feed – you are nourished
You live – I die
I am hated – you are cherished

You say you’ll never be an angel
When your time is nigh
You don’t think you deserve to be
A divine being in the sky

Listening to me, as I rant and rave
You always follow my lead
In return you show me amazing things
Beauty to see, eloquent words to read

Her hair flows freely, looks like ravens
Guarding the tower of her nubile frame
Taunts and teases with every movement
Playing with desires, an erotic game

You have a tiny version?
Inside of you… you say
And that he’ll be the father
of your child, one day

I didn’t hate you when I did it
it was purely out of anger
I snapped the hairbrush handle
like a bottle on a bar

Lines have appeared on my face
I can no longer, wear tiny lace
Love grows deeper over time
your heart forever, will be mine

And what if she should sing her song
If beauty causes hell, by just her sigh
Do not attempt to listen for too long
The sailor must not look her in the eye

She collected a heart upon the way
and courage – she now has plenty
Her brain – she finally switches on
and she sees the words were empty

Come along quietly, Sir. Yes that’s the way.
The victim died of his head wounds today.

My tears fell. That was something new
For I hadn’t shed one tear for you
Speaking to me from beyond the grave
Asking forgiveness, your soul to save

don’t try this at home
it’s really full of danger
use a stuntman for the tricks
don’t use it on a stranger
don’t try homemade psychology

The flashbacks were diminishing
Now, she sees hundreds that are new
In wonderful, glorious Technicolor,
and it’s all because of you

Why am I so gullible?
You’d think that I would learn
That so shall you reap
Then, so shall you …… burn !