Just like Tinkerbelle

Sitting in silence, away from your stoic stare

Barely breathing, hoping you won’t notice me there

Ghost-like…an apparition, conditioned to suppress


Hope, Faith and Trust…just like pixie dust

Wears away….

Peter Pan has nothing on you…
You won’t grow up…
You won’t own up…
To all the damage you’ve done

Waiting patiently, for you to fall asleep

Anxiously, hoping you won’t feel me creep

Tip-toeing past, a child crawling, looking past you feeling nothing...


Hope, Faith and Trust….just like pixie dust

Wears away….

Peter Pan has nothing on you…
You won’t grow up…
You won’t own up…
To all the damage you do


The words you say dim the light inside and just like Tinkerbelle dying…when you say you don’t believe….

In Hope, Faith and Trust…just like pixie dust
Wears away…

Acceptance

When I’m defending my heart, you see through me…
I want to block it out and you break through to me…

You make me laugh when I feel like crying…
You see through all of my denying…

And you love me anyway.


Friends are all we’ll ever be…friends
I understand you, finish your thought and I accept all the baggage you’ve got
And I love you anyway



When I’m covering up the scars, you try to heal me…
I want to be invisible and you conceal me…

You make me laugh when I feel like crying…
You see through all of my denying…

And you love me anyway.

Friends are all we’ll ever be…friends
You understand me, finish my thoughts and you accept all the baggage I’ve got
And love me anyway.

The Next Storm

My hands shake, my eyes …take in everything
A certain look, your eyes turn green,
A look that tells me the shit’s gonna fly….

It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…
where you spout hate and permeate
my heart with barbed phrases…

You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…
We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way


but I’m still looking for sanctuary from the next storm


My heart aches, my head … senses a fatal crash from
A certain thunderous sound, the way your fist pounds
Against the door….

It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…
where you spout hate and permeate
my heart with barbed phrases…

You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…
We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way


but I’m still looking for cover from the next storm


Where did I go between the explosions? I’m an apparition from this condition, I should have listened to my mind, before you went too far.
Then I would have evaded all these scars.


It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…
where you spout hate and permeate
my heart with barbed phrases…

You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…
We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way


but I’m still looking for refuge from the next storm