Neon reflecting in your eyes,blessed in black lace as I lay another kiss on you,reflecting on how I lost my suspicious mind,as the slots sing the bridal chorus,and our silver rings sparkle under the house lights.“Take me home” I tell you.I’m your souvenir,and I want you to keep me on your shelf,so I can be…

My fingertips play a melody along your abdomen,and I am adamant that I will hear you purr before long.All I really want, is world peace, platinum records, gold rings,and to hear you whisper my name,as you leave this realm and start to dream.

You call me over,and I live for a little while in your lap.Your fingers find a home around my waist,and you stare out every passer by, just in case they decide to enquire.Frank finds imaginary friends down on the carpet,and I stare,stuck to you like glue,never in the mood to let go, or to be…

I’m the girl next door,if you live next door to an asylum.Drinking juice with ice that once fell from my own eyes,old (by Hollywood standards) and overrated,crying about how life’s cruelty feels so premeditated,while I consider the last kiss with the first person who made me feel alive in the longest time.There was a sense…