The EndingYou're not going to find NeverlandBy following the yellow brick roadAnd you can't follow the stars to OzClick your heels and make them danceCupid's playing with his arrowsAnd there's a bullseye across your heartThe rabbit hole is too deep this timeWe want to teach the kids how to play deadWake up to tea with the kingThe queen has been overruledOff with your mouth!You're not going to kill the witch with songsAnd who can walk in glass slippers anywayThe Cheshire's smile fades at midnightOnly a kiss will stir the demons sleepWhen you wish upon a cardThe castle falls from its wondrous landWhen the good and wicked share a pumpkin carriageHappily ever can't be too far after.
Pretend I'm a tacoWarm and gooey,Crunchy and hard.Hot oozing cheeseFresh juicy tomatoesCrisp, wet lettuceYour love for it growsIts so unbearable to resistThe longing inside is so uncontrollably painfulOne delicate tasteOne delicious morselThe only comforting escape from your deepest hungerYou're finally set free!You hesitate to allow the sweet smellInvade your sensesThen devour it wholeBecoming truly happyLicking the remains from your fingertipsIf only you loved meLike you love yourTaco
just a glimsePick up bags of half eaten chips and candy wrappers. Quiet the noise in the hall beacause the noise it the room can't hear itself think. Change the cd, make sure it suits everyone. Mingle. Flirt. Attempt to do some more work and wonder why you are still awake. Lower the music. Say good bye as the room begins to clear. Flirt some more. Decide who is staying and who is leaving. Kick out the one who should stay. Give him a quick kiss goodnight then return to the other upstairs. Get changed. Brush your teeth. Climb into bed. Attempt to ignore your roomate until she finally gives up and leaves you alone. Talk for hours on end. Stay up all night talking and cuddling even though you have a 10 am class in the morning. Have some fun then fall alseep so you don't have to return much of the favor. Sleep until you
Once upon a Timeless StageAll the King's assesAnd all the Queen's whoresCouldn't put time together againThe clock ticks impatientlyLike a heart without a tragic endEveryone needs a little drama in their livesWhen the cards are stacked too highHow many will be cutWhen the pages will fallThis stage is not big enough for your egoFollow your own brick roadAnd paint it with verses of sanityCandy coated houses are sweeter in the makingAnd poisoned apples are sweeter when sourThorns on roses prick harder then spindlesWhen time stops, we will alreadyBe too late.
less then threeDrive me crazyDrive me deeperCome crashing downWasn't plannedpretend it's not happeningdon't think about fallingCount the days,minutes, milesLose controllose consciousnesslose yourselfAct on what you wantnot on how you feelDon't make it just another notch in your bedpostFake the emotions,but not the moans.Another time, some other bedor floor or couchcounter or dryerFeed your desireFeel your hungerA night you'll never forgetbut the memory will only last so longMore then a fantasyless then loveLeave part of you behindand come back when it begins to fade
The collectionYou cover so nicelyIn the places where you fitAnd I find you where you're not priceySo my budget can squeeze it119 pairs of all different kindsAll colors, all texturesI can't believe my good findsEnough never to do laundry, so no parental lecturesI love to shopAnd watch my collection growMy friends say I'm addicted and should stopThey're just so pretty, I can't say noWhen picking out the day's outfit, I use such careSaving the best for last, my precious underwear
In the literal senseSo here I am, a pale witch with a luck for wordsYou listen to my words,because you think I mayactually have something to say.Some people talk a lot butsay nothing.I write a lotand it all means nothing.Don't take it too literally.You are not my inspiration,you are only my muse.You give me ideas,but don't think about where they come from.You read me as though you're under a spell.The words sing out and you listen to their chant.I want to burn all my stories.I don't want you to seethe tearstains soaked around my writings.When you turn the pages,I turn over.When you shut the book,I shut down.You look at me like you understandbut want to know more.I admit to nothingand claim it is all meaningless.The words create the noose around my neck.My pens build the platform on which I stand.My last performance.Don't take it too literally.
DisapointmentThe way he looks at youThe excitementThe new energy, new experienceThe subtle flirtingThe remarks filled with innuendoesThe slight touches on shoulders,And fingers lingering on your leg after the "accidental brush"A sweet smileA shy glanceBlushes from unexpected complimentsAnd the uncontrollable giggles of nervesButterflies are soaringIt's all part of the game, the thrillWhose turn is it to make the first move?What are the rules this time around?You missed the chaseHe makes you rememberClenched fist feels around for your shaking handFingers intertwineYou can feel his breath on your neckSoft lips caress your skinYou turn to face his bright eyesHe runs his hand through your hair,Pausing to touch your cheekAnd then to pull you closeYou close your eyes and part your lipsHis lips meet yoursHis tongue plunges into your mouthDeep into your throatYou finish the kissAnd pull awayWonder if he enjoyed your dinner as much as you didWhat a disappointment.
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