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Saturday, October 06, 2007

meeting you opened doors and windows
let me see the world
i bought my heart from a book store in germany
you kept in in your pocket

where is it now?
do you even know that you still have my heart?
where is it now?
if i offered you my hand will you put yours in it?

i need another language to explain this
im crazy of you doesnt seem to say enough
its more than bisousbisous, more than bisous guerintot

its j'adore, je taime,
i la la la la love you
and i'd risk it all to tell you
and have you hold my hand

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, October 06, 2007  |  

Monday, September 03, 2007

tell me again how im so great
tell me again how you cant wait to spend your time with me
how about how you've never met anyone quite like me in your lifetime
and how maybe one day you might even want to make me your wife

except im over all your lies
all your truthlessness and ridiculous alibies
and if you dont come round and take all of your stuff away
dont be surprised to find it all on ebay

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, September 03, 2007  |  

Thursday, February 15, 2007

fight the flames, stamp the spark

im hoping for a downpour. who knows
maybe a sunshower would do it
i didnt think i had invested

im hoping for a brainwave. who knows
maybe the tide will come in
i really didnt think i had invested

i thought i'd gotten better at putting things on hold
quickly turning pages before more could unfold
i said no. no, i havent invested

then its green in my eyes without thinking
its hair through my fingers in memory
it was your arm across my stomach as we rested

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Thursday, February 15, 2007  |  

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

we seemed to fit

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POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, February 14, 2007  |  

Monday, October 03, 2005

i dont want to hold you down
i want you to find someone to ground you
but make you feel like you're flying

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, October 03, 2005  |  

Thursday, September 29, 2005

found, from the 9/9/2005

and then it was cold
and i wondered where the heat from you had gone
i knew where you'd go but
i hoped you wouldnt stay for too long
when the tide was high we walked down by the sea
you held my hand
you were right there with me
it didnt feel like half your heart was home with her

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Thursday, September 29, 2005  |  

Saturday, August 20, 2005

you hang up in a huff
and as if that wasnt enough
now the scars are physical
i had to search, it had been that long
to find something to make the mark visable

and i havent cried in so long
but you mangaed to get some
it only took two seconds
for the tears to come

because for some reason i am out of my mind
for feeling some concern
and now my friendship with you
is something you'll have to earn

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, August 20, 2005  |  

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

autumn boy

do you miss me?
in the dead of the night?
do you think of me?
and how we felt so right?

met you in the cooler part of the year
when the sunlight has to fight to pass the clouds
a darkened room, the music played, two faces in a crowd
and when i looked back you were looking my way too

summer hair
winter eyes
spring in my heart
you made me fall

the sand that seemed to play a major part in all our get togethers
meeting by the beach no matter what the weather
keep it as a souvenier now
its all that i have left

summer hair
winter eyes
spring in my heart
you made me fall

you made me fall

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, June 22, 2005  |  

Wednesday, May 25, 2005


POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, May 25, 2005  |  

Sunday, May 22, 2005

And just like that she breaks another heart as easily as snapping a twig from a tree. She leaves without a backward glance and returns home alone.
Her outward persona is not what you would call cold. To see her now, walking down the dark street towards her car, you would be hard pressed to describe her as any one thing in particular. She is focused but distant, her concentration is set somewhere else deep inside her head.
She must be able to hear the cries from the top floor, but no feeling registers upon her face.
As she slides the key into the lock the final scream reverberates through the stairwell of the block of flats. A deep wail, high into the night sky and out into the dark. In the surrounding apartments, people look up from their books, away from their televisions. Cocking their heads to side, frowning as they strain to hear, turning to their partners, looking to see if everything is alright. Her only reaction; to get in the car and drive away.
She doesn’t understand. Through childhood and into her teenage years no one paid her a second glance. Diaries full of her latest crushes, all that unreturned love. Friends with boyfriends and love interests, dreams of being just like them. By fifteen she had resigned herself to the fact that she was not loveable. Not sexy or alluring. Not worthy of someone else’s emotions.
Now, nearing her thirties she is almost innocent to the advances of interested parties. Completely surprised by their love and attention.
Two, maybe three weeks go by. Its fun and its good. You can’t find a fault. Then she’ll lay it out on the table as plain as day.
‘I will break you’
It is not a conscious decision. It’s not planned or premeditated. It’s not even obvious when it’s happening. One day though, she will hear the audible snap, the crack the rice bubble effect. She hears the snap crackle and pop of their heart breaking. Then it’s the rush of the walls building quickly around her.
Nobody ever goes in, nobody ever comes out.
She is nearing home. She doesn’t need to cast her mind back to remember all the times it has happened. As she closes her eyes in her large empty bed and drifts off to sleep, the dream hits her and she’s forced to remember.
The eyes. It’s the eyes. Rows and rows of eyes, staring at her. Full of sadness and pleading with her to fix everything. The scene changes as if a camera is zooming out and she sees the bodies of her broken army.
They are holding their hands to their chests, clutched over their left breast. Blood pours to the ground and floods along the earth. No amount of pressure will stem the flow. They are forever broken and the blood and hurt will run forever.
The camera follows the stream of blood along the ground and to the base of a tall tree.
Sitting on a wide branch we see the girl. In her hand she is gently holding a bundle of sticks.
Broken twigs.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, May 22, 2005  |  
i've got so much to tell you
if only i could find the words
that said exactly what i try to mean

there's so much to show you
but the pictures that i draw
these days dont look the way i want them to

and you asked me what i wanted
i stared at you for what felt like a day
still havent responded
but at the time i knew that it would be the best
for me to go away

so i packed my bags
i told you it was for the best
that this would never do

you said 'relax'
and when i looked at you
i knew the answer right away

its not what i want
this life we lead, i'm over it
its time to go, its time to move on
its not what i want
but what i do know?
i dont want this

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, May 22, 2005  |  

Friday, May 20, 2005

never seen the world
can't write of things i've never seen
sidewalks seem so different
from the paths that my feet take

sleeves of hearts
cardigan with loose threads
button me up tight

might as well be speaking different languages
coudlt understand a thing you said
i'd heard it all before

don't you see?
it's always the same
i've seen it all before
the end before the beginning starts

fold the corner
mark the page

i'll get back to you at some stage

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, May 20, 2005  |  
three works in progress

sounding too much like a motivational greeting card
the end is just the beginning of something new
but all along the way i kept noticing little things that made me think of you
even though i started out to write a song
obliquely and anonymously
you'll search between the words and find
the ones to which you belong

separated by the city
some phone lines and technology
your words can reach deep inside
we managed to create a meeting place
a little place where we can hide
in the blue room we can hide
secrets told and questions answered
meet me in the blue room later

nothing tangible
its all data
are letters lost forever after?
this winter is mild
but its cold inside my bed
quiet on the outside
inside i go wild
when i close my eyes i see you
when i open them none of it is true

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, May 20, 2005  |  

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

you said you were never mine to lose
i said i was always yours to choose
but i promise
i promise

and you said there were no sparkles there
and i wished you to make them appear
you couldnt promise
couldnt promise anything

you're so pretty
promise me
you're so pretty
promise me

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, April 27, 2005  |  

Sunday, April 24, 2005

you're my favourite band
i could have listened all night
you're my favourite band
but the tingles down my spine came from the boy
on my right

i dont want to live with
a pocket of what ifs
im grabbing out at all the straws
trying to hold on to anything

did you know i've known you
for only 24 days
i wish the way it started
was the way it stayed

on fools friday
you bumped right into me
and when i moved away we were
pulled back magnetically

what we could be
you have made your choice
what we could be
you want me in your life
forever after...
forever after?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, April 24, 2005  |  
i have no home
no where to go to
i have no place to go
i really wish i had some keys
a set that just belonged to me

i wish i had a place to go
somebody to come back home to
fall asleep with on his chest
in our home

and you would play
songs on your guitar
and we would keep
sugar, tea, coffee in jars
in the kitchen
in our home
in our home
in our home

we've done all the redecorating
we've started an account for savings
everthing is in both of our names
we dont ever want to go our seperate ways

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, April 24, 2005  |  

Saturday, April 23, 2005

so we kept walking
but all those steps we took
were they taking us closer
or further away?

and we sat
you had your arms around me
with your face into my neck...
everything was ok

and when it was time
for the end of the night
you held me tight
for one last time...

this is ridiculous
its all generalising
the fact that you drove home last night
is not all that surprising

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, April 23, 2005  |  

Friday, April 22, 2005

who is at the end of the rope?
who is holding on the tightest?
who has the softest, gentlest hands?
who will give and take till they win?
who will let it slip through their fingers?
who will kiss the rope burns better?
when the rope drops to the ground, one will wlk away victorious
but who will coil the rope and put it away?
who is left to take care of the mess?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, April 22, 2005  |  
i heard
every word
you said

it flew
through you
to my head

i parcelled them up
changed them around
circled some out
to make it sound
like what i wanted to hear

i am
what you need
what you want
cant you see?

you are
what i need
what i want
why cant we?

i heard every word
changed them round
till even i
thought you wanted me

i can read between the lines
you're not so clever i cant see

am i kidding myself?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, April 22, 2005  |  
when i disappeard out of your life, did you miss me?
when i saw you at the you am i gig
did it cross your mind to kiss me?

i often wonder what went on in your mind
was it a mirror image of mine?
was i just some girl you tolerated?
will you burst the bubble you inflated?

i thought you were a big star
new all about music
could take me far
did you laugh at me or wish that i would stay?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, April 22, 2005  |  
just a little time
to put things in perspective
i go here and you go there
and all the rest we share

seems easy enough to me
easy enough to be
the bearer of bad news

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, April 22, 2005  |  
i just saw a man who i swear was mickey rooney
the spitting image of the hollywood star
driving round port noarlunga
ina beaten up old car

and why wouldnt it be him?
theres nowhere else i'd rather be
and why couldnt it be him?
anythings a possibility

tonight would be the night
he's waiting with a parcel in his hand
whos in that car? in the drivers seat?
mickey rooney waving? just an old man

and why wouldnt it be him?
theres nowhere else i'd rather be
and why couldnt it be him?
anythings a possibility

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, April 22, 2005  |  

Monday, April 18, 2005

im not worth the risk
but i made it to your list
of things you can look back on
with no regrets

you made it to my list too
but in a different category
a gold medal just for you

i keep it in my pocket
folded up here on my left
you know you kissed me there?

and i remember how you feel
the taste of you
i can see you, eyes open or closed

i can feel you without you in my arms

im sure i pressed pause
but everything keeps trying to run
i tried to put you away
so i can move on

like you have moved on

when you open your eyes
you see somebody else
somebody so familar
you know her inside and out

i know im outside looking in

i try not to close my eyes anymore
but i see you anyway
you've taken permanent residency in my head
with a holiday home in my heart

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, April 18, 2005  |  
do you remember smiling at me
before you knew me?
can we do it again?
relive it again and i
might not smile back this time

i know what you have
and what you have to lose
i must seem so small compared,
so insignificant

you look so inviting
but i'll have to decline
as much as it hurts to say so
i cant make you mine

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, April 18, 2005  |  
you agree we've got the chemistry
but sometimes things explode
could be fun like fireworks
could be the end of everything you know

i understand

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, April 18, 2005  |  

Sunday, April 17, 2005

saturday at the beach

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, April 17, 2005  |  
i fell asleep thinking of you
before i opened my eyes
i made a wish that you'd be there

instead of going on with my day
i stayed in bed and put on your cd
some songs i knew which made me smile
every song reminded me of you

did you know you've been the inspiration
for my last 4 songs?
i wonder will you pick that up
and will you sing along?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, April 17, 2005  |  

Monday, April 11, 2005

i cant add it up
you + her + me
when i need the answer to be 2
it keeps equaling 3

but i was never as good at maths
as i was at thinking about you

perhaps i should have majored in dreams
with a minor in fantasy
and a thesis on what could be

instead i sit with pen and paper
a pocket calculator
and work out the equations one more time

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, April 11, 2005  |  
tell me to stop
i dont wanna go through this
do this all again

tell me to stop
say that you dont want it
that you wanna stay just friends

cos i cant go thinking of you
when i'm sposed to be concentrating
on whats happening before me
not what i wish would happen to me

and i cant keep thinking of you
secret rendezvous and sneaky feelings
when it all to easily could hurt us all


POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, April 11, 2005  |  

Saturday, January 29, 2005

do you remember me?
i know its been ten years but i havent changed that much
seeing you now and thinking back, you havent changed a bit

its strange to see you here again, what are the odds?
we're both on our old stomping ground, are we reliving the past?
but im so glad ive had the chance to see you once again
i never thought id get the opportunity

to rub it in your face how better off i am without you
yeah, im so glad i broke up with you

wow, you know, im so glad we've had this little chat
feels good to get it all out in the open
10 years is a long time ago but man, ou made an impression
i always bring you up when asked of teenage regrets
how i wish i listened to my mum and noticed how you dressed

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, January 29, 2005  |  
she asked me what happens when the silver lining breaks
i wondered for a moment if you were making a mistake
i couldnt get my head around half the things she said
am i stupid? is she too new? or is she the perfect one for you

and even though i knew it couldnt stay like this forever
in the end it was easier to blame the weather

im suing sundays for false advertising
that day will never be the same
teh clouds broke open like you broke apart my heart
can i ever trust a day again?

i saw you smile and the smile you gave was genuine and true
and even though you werent looking at me my eyes were right on you
was what she said to me supposed to sound profound?
was i looking at it from the wrong way round?

and even though i knew it couldnt stay like this forever
in the end it was easier to blame the weather

im suing sundays for false advertising
that day will never be the same
teh clouds broke open like you broke apart my heart
can i ever trust a day again?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, January 29, 2005  |  
the guage is hitting the letter H
im sweating in the lane
guy next to me has abottle of water
i'd kill for just a taste

the road was rough and bumpy
twists and turns along the way
i decided the best thing to do
was turn back the other way


fell in love at a complete stop
nothing will make the temperature drop
by the time the sky takes on a greenish hue
i'll be making eyes at you

your hair is tinged with glowing red
reflected through the shield
the rules have faded from my mind
am i the one to yeild?

crossed my mind to reverse back
to follow blindly your red lights
but tail lights fade into the darkness
another chance another night?

fell in love at a complete stop
nothing will make the temperature drop
by the time the sky takes on a greenish hue
i'll be making eyes at you

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, January 29, 2005  |  
you say i cant live in dreams anymore
that life is not a fairytale waiting to be told
that im a grown up girl now, no longer five years old

tired of being black and white
gotta add some colour to my life
not putting my heart with other things for sale
gonna live in a frontroom fairytale

not gonna dodge those raindrops anymore
its only water anyway
sunshine is for skipping in and
rolling is for hay

i could have stayed with you and
grown up in a day
but the best decision that we made was
going seperate ways

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, January 29, 2005  |  

Friday, December 03, 2004

there's a reason your ribs are called a cage

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, December 03, 2004  |  

Friday, October 01, 2004

the clean smell of talcum powder. a small black book filled with years and years of x loto numbers, written neatly in rows. putting on lipstick while sitting in front of the dresser. malt flavoured milo and brown bread. quietly opening the linen cupboard in the dark hallway to sneak a sweet smell of neatly folded sheets. the softness of her hands. the beauty in her smile. the love and laughter in her eyes. the sadness i felt the day i looked into them and saw her beginning to give up. how my sadness reflected hers, as if she could read my mind.

i loved to visit my nanna and poppas house. the drive seemed so long then; i know now its only 25 minutes away, but i guess when you're small everything seems bigger than it really is.

standing in the porched doorway. hearing the latch turn in the heavy glass door and seeing her face. she is so pretty.
'hello dear'. she opens the door. my young lips not as soft as her cheek as we kiss her hello, filing past her, down the hall.

i take my shoes off and wriggle my toes in the deep pile of the carpet.
are we thirsty? would we like a glass of lemonade? i have a special glass with painted blue snowflakes on the side and she always remembers. it used to be the glass they'd keep the milk money in. its mine now. we're allowd to pour a dash of cordial into our drinks. green, red or orange, which ever we like.
we have a snack of country cheese biscuits or saladas. later we'll be allowed icecream with milo on top.

we dont help ourselves here. nanna's house requires manners. this is an unspoken rule that we follow without arguement. we would never be rude here. we are all good kids in this house.

'can we please make cubbies?'
of course we can, and we're out in the back room, spreading blankets precariously over groups of chairs and lining the floor beneath them with mattresses that are soft and pliable. you can wrap yourself up in them, and we do. giggling and rocking from side to side. we bump the chairs and the blankets fall down over us. thats ok. we sart the game again and play for what seems like hours.
later, the divan which always fascinates me, becomes two horses. one each. balanced on their sides, the foam hardly giving an inch with our weight. when we lean too much to one side the mattress falls to the ground with a thud. we land softly, roll off and start again. this game is never boring.

the cupboards are full of strange old toys and craft objects made by our mother, aunties and uncle. odd pieces of meccano, marbles, mosaic trivets made of glass stones.

after packing up the back room we venture to the spare room. the built in wardrobe holds many trasures. a ladies old clothes. dresses hanging long and still. i think they're my grandmas. she lives in a nursing home and confuses me with my mum. we dont play with the dresses, we leave them be. on the other side of the cupboard are my grandpas bowls. we dont touch those either. he's dead.

up high are the games. fact finder fun and a disney version of pairs. a crayola caddy with all the colours still in their place.
on the shelves behind the mirrored glass doors of the dresser are miscellaneous make up containers. my favourite is the green and white eyeshadow. i apply it with my fingertips and decide that i must look grown up now. i brush my hair with my favourite hairbrush which is always on this dresser. i brush it till its shiny and soft and walk out to where the adults are drinking cups of tea. no one notices how i look.

it's time to play outside. we head down the back,a round and under the fruit trees and behind the rainwater tank. we've placed smooth round rocks around the wooden base of the tank. we've done this for as long as we can remember but there's still room for more. this means a walk up the road for us, to the house with the rocks. a couple in each hand and we're off again, balancing along the tops of concrete fences all the way home. if we need more we'll go again later.

there are marbles buried in the soft dark soil. pieces of lego and old plastic toys. the dirt smells different here. sweeter, mustier. especially under the over hanging branches of the fig tree. an old rusty wheelbarrow turned upside down serves as the doorbell. spin the wheel and the screetch declares we have a visitor.
the tree in front of the loungeroom window is the best for climbing. there is a special branch just right for swinging. i can swing the highest because i am the biggest. i can also climb the highest. i can see a nest but i wont go near it incase the babies take on my smell and the mummy bird turfs them out. no one should get left behind.

it's possible, if you're careful and clever enough, to walk the entire perimetre of the house standing only on the concrete footing surrounding it. my favourite part is under the carport, around the drain. its a large, round lump of concrete, painted till its shiny. it tickles your feet with withs smoothness. the house is built of laquered rocks of dark brown. theyr'e shiny and strong, yet soft at the same time. the fence is made the same way except for the capping and posts. theses are a rough white concrete that tickles your bare soles in a different way.

we must 'mind the roses' when we climb on the the fence. we are reminded that our mother once fell into the rose bushes when she was younger, and had thorns digging into her all over. we've never fallen. we're too clever to do that.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, October 01, 2004  |  

Friday, September 03, 2004

i'm suing sunday for false advertising
i'd planned my day around its name
loked out the window it was pouring outside
can i ever trust a day again?

i didnt think i'd need my brolly
gumboots and raincoats were not my choice of attire

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, September 03, 2004  |  

Thursday, July 29, 2004


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Tuesday, June 15, 2004

what does he do to me?
what hold does he have?
how can a word make me tremble?
does he even know what he does to me?

how many years has it been?
not a word or a signal that you even hear me
what keeps me going?

when did my heart get so stupid?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, June 15, 2004  |  

Friday, May 28, 2004

i woke up with my feet wet in the bottom of my sleeping bag. Just like you said they would be.
you were always right.
i'd wanted to camp close to the lake so i could watch the sun rise over the water. i always imagined it would be the most beautiful thing in the world. to see the water change colour with the rays of the sun, reflecting the sky as the world started to sing its good mornings.
you told me i'd get wet. that the water seemed to seep up the banks over night and that i'd be flooded. you said it with such... aargh, you had to have an answer for everything, didn't you? i was never allowed to wonder, to imagine, you always told me things so matter of factly. the ideas i had would never work, you said, and here are the scientific, mathematic, historic and environmental reasons why.
couldn't you just let me try?
so here i am, in the place you told me never to camp, to say goodbye to you. and thinking about you now makes me so angry, instead of crying my 'goodbyes' and 'i miss you's', i feel like screaming to you to fuck off.
you were right. the water does rise. but the sight before me seems to have dampened my anger, just like the lake has dampened my toes.
i was right too.
seeing the sun rise from behind the trees, scattering the birds into the morning sky and playing its brightness over the lake, i can tell you now that this is the most beautiful thing in the world.
and i can say goodbye.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, May 28, 2004  |  

Saturday, March 27, 2004

dont say a thing
i never needed anyone to put these feelings into words before
dont wait for it to ring
im not gonna call you right now
im saving my coins for a rainy day

was looking in my pockets for some change
i found a spool of thread and a not that read
'you'll never find it here'

its a city of coins
divided into towers of conversations
a map of people i should call
do i still have a choice?
if i knock one down will all the others fall?

watching from above
all the pieces fell in place
you see that guy? he won the race
just this once, can i not think of what i have to face?

was looking in my pockets for some change
i couldnt find it there and my whole world it all remained the same

its a city of coins
divided into towers of conversations
a map of people i should call
do i still have a choice?
if i knock one down will all the others fall?

was looking in my pockets for some change
i found a spool of thread and a not that read
'you'll never find it here'

was looking in my pockets for some change
i couldnt find it there and my whole world it all remained the same

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Saturday, March 27, 2004  |  

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

you never liked me on a tuesday
you always criticized my choice of tv
you said the plot line was far fetched, said that there wasn't enough sex
you'd even rather watch the midday movie

i said you never gave it a chance
yeah, sure, its sappy, full of romance
but don't you think it's worth exploring?
you might find it's not that boring

but on tuesday night im always embraced
by the light that's shining, filling the place
with all the things you and i never could be

one tuesday night we settled in
you with a scowl, me with a grin
the music played, i bopped along
maybe you'd see you were wrong

an hour later you were fast asleep
i turned off the tv, got to my feet
i know you're never gonna get it
perhaps its just time to forget it

but on tuesday night im always embraced
by the light that's shining, filling the place
with all the things you and i never could be

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, February 03, 2004  |  

Thursday, January 29, 2004

how can you cry with everyone but me?
when my tears for you fall so easily
i want you to catch them
mix them with yours
then we'd be together
for once, for ever more

you cant kiss me where i'm hurting
you cant make it all feel better
i want to look at you
with a smiling face
you just make it wetter

why cant you share your tears with me?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Thursday, January 29, 2004  |  

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

could it be that this was how its sposed to be the whole way along?
how could all those fun times and all those good memories be all wrong?

i always thought you would be there
i never thought of you without me there
i always thought you would be there
absolutely, positively
be all wrong?

it's funny how your life seems to change with the seasons, does it happen all the time?
do these things happen for actual reasons, or just to rhyme?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, October 14, 2003  |  

Monday, October 13, 2003

i picture the words
how they'd look on my skin
how many strokes
until they sink in

stop breathing

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, October 13, 2003  |  

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

i'm not good enough with words
to fill my song with fancy metaphors
and im not clever enough
to make it sound like closing a welcome home door

it's the first time you've heard it an it's something that you've heard before

filled my cup to the brim
spilled it over till the coffee stained over the floor
studied the patterns it made
couldn't find anything but was i hoping for anything more?

it's the first time you've heard it and it's something that you've heard before

i followed a star and i wished it away
stepped on the cracks when i asked you to stay
stroked a black cat, i walked under a ladder
the mirrors all smashed but does that really matter?

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, September 02, 2003  |  

Sunday, July 27, 2003

things that float
and shimmer
make me safe make me
feel like i belong
where i know im lost
i float i shrink i shine
i sparkle i become invisible
its warm its safe its cosy
warm its dark i can see
i see it all so clearly now

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, July 27, 2003  |  
he stares and she stares back and they laugh and they keep walking
she forgets about the boy, except for his deep, dark eyes, she forgets about the staring, except for conjouring stories of long distance love
he is all forgotten in a week

see the man, his face is new, it doesnt freeze her feet to the floor or buckle her knees, her legs turning to crepe paper, her heart ramming against her ribs, her stomoach in her throat until she sees it isnt him. he's just a man

quiet confidence. walking, eyes downcast, she isnt hiding, she's just thinking. all alone and surrounded by friends. happy and healthy. no secrets

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, July 27, 2003  |  

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

jaspers lip quivered. the skin was soft and inviting but he dare not take a bite. instead he tased : at first with just his lips, mouthing at it and then with his tongue. swirling wetness over the engorged organ of his friend. suddenly with an overwhelming eagerness and hunger he devoured him, burying his cock deep in his throat, his nose and forehead against his tummy.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, July 09, 2003  |  

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

big day
in a little world
do i stay?
or turn the key in the door?

same day
all over again
can we just play pretend

oh, you make it so...

i didnt know that someones smile
could make the whole world seem worthwhile
i'd do anything...
i didnt know that someones smile
could make my whole life seem worthwhile
i'd do anything

for eli

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, May 27, 2003  |  

Sunday, May 25, 2003

dont know whats funny anymore
gotta force myself to laugh
look around and all i see
is the same old faces
same shows on tv

gotta force myself to laugh

take a look out the back window
watch what i just missed
could the world go by in a second?
could i miss every bit?

gotta force my eyes awake
to stare and really see
maybe a smile is a good enough start
instead of forcing out a laugh

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, May 25, 2003  |  

Monday, March 17, 2003

and he just keeps pushing. and all i can think of is run, go, get out while you still can. and those eyes stare right through me as if they're stealing my secrets. and i try to shut down, to keep him out, to disappear into that place where only i am allowed inside, but he keeps pulling me back with his requests for love and a closeness that i just cant give him. get out, my heart screms, get out while you're still capable of thought. get out before you sink inside yourself so deep that you cant pull yourself out anymore. why wont you love me, he asks, eyes pleading, why cant you show me that i count, that i matter? but it's too late for that. he's pushed too hard and i've sunk right down. it's safe and warm in here. comfortably dark

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, March 17, 2003  |  

Wednesday, February 26, 2003

the hallway light is always on to keep us safe. watch the triangles of yellow light above my doorway, streaming along my carpet.
canwe turn the light of now? you arent a baby anymore
sleeping. all wrapped up. jeans. knickers. belt done up tight. t shirt tucked in.
i wont have to get dressed tomorrow
(so i wont have to be undressed tonight)
there's half a broomstick by the side of my bed and a book full of lies underneath it.
he was dribbling on me
you loved it
but you dont understand, he was dribbling on me
something like that
the door creaks, clacks against itself as it folds to the side
the hallway light is on, why doesnt it work?
legs tighter. eyes closed. i'm away now. it's home time. off i go. see you in the morning

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, February 26, 2003  |  

Sunday, January 26, 2003

hi, i'm just writing to say
that i'm fine
to see how you're going
catch up on old times

and i hope you feel happy
and yeah, he sounds great
but you know, i cant help thinking
it was one huge big mistake...mistake

cos you know, you're the only one
who can make me sing 'la la la' in the mall
and you know, i'm the only one
who'll catch you if you fall

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Sunday, January 26, 2003  |  

Monday, January 20, 2003


i heard you got engaged
well i read it in an article
in one of those magazines
that my nanna reads
full of posey pictures,
gossip and recipes

there was a picture of you there
a glass in one hand
her hand in your other hand
she's a tiny thing
long blonde hair
teeth as bright as her diamond ring

i dont wear designer clothes
ive never been to and opening night show
im just an ordinary girl
trying to live in my ordinary world
do you remember me?
im pretty sure that im that girl from your dreams

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, January 20, 2003  |  

Thursday, January 16, 2003


blonde hair
kind heart
nice to me
a good start

you disappear
and im searching
when i found you, well...

there were rainbows
there was romance
i was thinking
i had a chance here
there were stars above me shining
then you didnt write back

i kept thinking
i kept hoping
i kept writing
i kept dreaming

i gave up
tried forgetting
no reminiscing
this isnt happening now

there were rainbows
there was romance
i was thinking
i had a chance here
there were stars above me shining
then you didnt write back

came across you as if by fate
you wrote back, sorry for the break
you'd moved on
you were happy
it could have been,
can we still be friends?

blonde hair
kind heart
nice to me
a good start

you disappear
and im searching
when i found you, well...

there were rainbows
there was romance
i was thinking
i had a chance here
there were stars above me shining
then you didnt write back

for cam

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Thursday, January 16, 2003  |  
slight of hand

never saw you till you went away
grabbed your things and headed for the train
bracelet slipped from your wrist to the floor
i picked it up, i wish i could have more

part of you is mine
always with me always on my mind

now every face i see today is yours
i picture you behind unopened doors
but in my dreams i guess you'll have to stay
at least that means you'll never go away

part of you is mine
always with me always on my mind

circle small dont want to stretch it
wont fit for me, your hands are smaller
you're slight of hand
slight of hand

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Thursday, January 16, 2003  |  
every girl in every school

i thought your car was really cool
so did every girl in every school
i saw you once at the deli up the street
everyday since i hoped that we would meet

punk rocker, EH boy
had a denim jacket and a wicked smile
never met a boy with eyes so blue
and a car that still judged speed by miles

i bought a mars bar to be just like you
i kept the wrapper till it faded through
its just the stupid kind of thing i do
trivial treasures of my crush on you

punk rocker, EH boy
had a denim jacket and a wicked smile
never met a boy with eyes so blue
and a car that still judged speed by miles

waited on the corner for you to drive past
thought about waving but you went too fast

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Thursday, January 16, 2003  |  

Friday, December 13, 2002

so there it is
all laid out on the table like im just supposed to take it
reaching out with that put down voice only i can hear
its enough, you had your turn, its time to pass it on
leave it and just turn around
will you ever learn?

none of this is meant for you
it was all just a game
except you're not very good at playing
at least thats one thing that'll stay the same

so i hand it over and i take my things
i promise i wont look back
my feet do all the walking forward
my mind is losing track

was it your voice i heard when the wind blew quietly along the street that night?
was it your hand i felt tickling my ankles and hushing me goodnight?
i could have sworn i saw your face in a pile of fallen leaves
smelled your scent in a coffee cup
and tasted you in the afternoons musty air
i looked for you but all i ever saw was your goodbyes
and next time, this i promise you, i wont even dare to try

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, December 13, 2002  |  

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

say it loud and say it till it's ringing in your ears
say it till it boosts your hopes and drowns out all your fears
i am me and that's all i'll ever need myself to be
if you can't take it, i suggest you look the other way

look right through me and you see me as you see all the rest
now look at me, really see me, see how i can shine
i'm here, i'm ready, with my helpers me, myself and mine

i'm not the little woman, i'm not the better half
i'm not just your old lady and i'm not saying thins for laughs
did you know i had a name? i've had it all my life
long before i dissappeared and became someones wife

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, December 11, 2002  |  

Monday, December 02, 2002

i'm tired
too long
can't wait
to go home

did you sleep
all alone?
no one
to keep warm

it's cold out here in my car alone
i'm waiting for courage to take me home
i would have called but i was scared
of hearing goodbye

here i am
do you see me?
here i am
please be near me

it's cold out here in my car alone
i'm waiting for courage to take me home
i would have called but i was scared
of hearing goodbye

it's cold out here in my car alone
i'm waiting for courage to take me home
i would have called but i was scared
of saying goodbye

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, December 02, 2002  |  

Friday, November 29, 2002

how did you sleep?
with your front against her back to keep you warm?
fingers tangle gently in your hair, tickle your skin
did you hold her tight till the morning light?
did you open your eyes and find her gone?
just a pillow that you were holding on to?
did you close your eyes and dream her back
till everything felt real again?
did you smile and tingle inside because,
for once
something felt right
did you breathe in deep, savouring her scent
remembering each curve, each freckle
did you lick your lips to taste her again?
pull her closer, not to lose her again?
or is that just me

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Friday, November 29, 2002  |  

Tuesday, November 26, 2002

there's a pixie who lives in my chest
who pulls at my ribs when i take a breath
and in my belly, something rolls and jabs
and pokes and on and on it goes
behind my eyes, fingers try to pull them from
their place
and small black creatures dart around
the corners of my face
there's something over there
small and fast, it doesnt care
that when i try to catch it
it dissappears into thin air
and the voices who whisper
quick and quiet
but loud enough to understand
pull me in and try to keep me
what is crawling in my legs?
hot and stingy, i should scratch them out
sometimes i wish my hands were stronger
sometimes i think i could let go

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 26, 2002  |  

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

just comes naturally to most
me? i find my mind has become host
to more things that i could ever hold on to
thoughts and feelings taking over
breathing, talking, walking, thinking
easy things become harder
i find myself searching for
the easiest solution
making sure to take the hardest path

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 19, 2002  |  
one thing
just a scrap of paper
or a sniff of the air
memories flooding like a sink
with the plug left in

follow me now
im lost off the track
hold onto my hand
to lead me back

will you jump or will you run?
will you let me fly?
just a scrap of paper
or a sniff of the air
just a crooked street sign
or something you'll wear
thoughts start running like
a dog at a stick
make your decision, make it quick
let me fly or say goodbye

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 19, 2002  |  
wouldnt it be cool if we were 5 years old
hiding under blankets from
the dark and from the cold
would'nt have a problem with doing what we're told
still had our hopes and dreams to hold

sleeping in the backroom
a blanket for a roof
friends because we knew we were
never needed any proof

geraniums for mum and a smile for dad
kept us thinking nothing could be bad
thinking back to the best times that we had
running barefoot in the sunshine till
night time played its hand

the stars we spotted through the dirty glass are still the same
even though we may have forgotten their names

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 19, 2002  |  
it could have been me
walking home with your jacket on
it could have been me
asking the dj to play your favourite song
it could have been me
it could have been me

as time went on i could see
it could have been
it should have been
maybe its better for me that its her?

doesnt really matter what might have been
there's so many things in this world, unseen
so many different lives unlived
had i not tried i could never forgive

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 19, 2002  |  
my eyes explained

caught me staring
i looked away
but my eyes explained
what my heart wanted to say

no matter what you say to me
no matter how well you hide
dont think you'll get rid of me so easy
i always promised i'd stay right by your side

grabbing for excuses
falling into reasons
i dont know and i dont care
why your saying this to me

thought maybe there would be
a second chance for me
another go at us
maybe this time we'll make it last

start ordering food for one
no one else to enjoy the sun with
friends say i should give you up
after this long, you know, its hard to stop

grabbing for excuses
falling into reasons
i dont know and i dont care
why you're saying this to me

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 19, 2002  |  
falling into words
all that i heard
'maybe i could love you...'
i only heard what i wanted to

and i hear what you say
all those times a day
'why wont you love me?'
why cant i say what i need to say?

why cant i wish all these days away
learn to love, maybe i could stay
all these things are just a word away

fold the corner
mark the page
i'll get back to you at some stage

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 19, 2002  |  

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

it's tip-e-go
so you must take me with you
just say the word
you wont even know i'm there
but if you wont
at least tell me where you're going
i'll see if i can meet you there

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Wednesday, November 13, 2002  |  

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

I’ve got good intentions and I
know what I want to do but I
cant bring myself to talk to you
I just go weak at the knees and I’d
rather you thought of me as
someone to count on…….someone just like you

so I stand around, drinking with you and our friends
you punch my arm and we all laugh
the beer gets spilled and we all stare at the ground
I reach into the back of the car and pass out another round

I wonder if you can see me
Through all that beer in your eyes
I’ve tried a bit harder tonight
Tried to let you see through my disguise

I guess im just a mate to you
There’s nothing else ive ever been
And by the looks of things,
I’ll never be the girl of your dreams

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  
Summer. Hot, sticky Summer. She was all laid out in front of me and all I had to do was take her.
Summer. Blonde, tanned, hot, sweaty, sticky, semi-naked Summer. Her left leg slid up the lounge, her small foot resting against the inside of her right knee. There was a crease where her thigh met her hips, and I wanted to slip my fingers inside the fold, just below the line of her bikini. Summer was all I could see, all I could think of, all I could dream about. She leant up, resting on her elbows and her hair fell softly down her back. I knew she was looking at me, I could tell, even through her sunglasses that her eyes were on me. I felt vulnerable, shifting uncomfortably on the smooth edge of the pool. I decided looking away was the best option… my eyes decided that before my head did. I watched my feet dangling in the water, the cool liquid running through my toes, but I could still see her out of the corner of my eye.
Summer was 15. Summer looked about 18, and I looked 14, exactly how old I was. I felt 14 too, in bathers that covered too much of what I didn’t have.
I watched the boys on the other side of the pool, laughing and splashing each other. it was obvious from the way they looked around that it was an attention seeking device. it seemed to work though, there wasn’t much else to look at anyway. Except Summer. but I couldn’t spend the entire day staring at her, could I?
‘Watch out!!’ I heard it, but it didn’t register, and as I looked up to see where the noise was coming from a huge wave of water rained down over me, the sound of the water almost, but not quite, drowning out the sound of the boys laughing.
My hair was plastered to my face and I was completely soaked. I stood up slowly, grabbed my things and headed for the change rooms, dripping from head to toe.
I sat on the bench inside the small room and looked at my bag, watching my clothes swim in a puddle at the bottom. I kicked it across the room and heard the snap of my sunglasses as it hit the wall.
Well, my day couldn’t get any worse now I guess.
I could hear footsteps. I didn’t want to see anyone. I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. I put my head down and hid behind my sopping hair. The footsteps stopped and a shadow fell over me. I waited for it to go away, for the person to find another change room, but they didn’t. Whoever it was must have loved staring at me because they didn’t seem to want to leave.
I looked up slowly, trying to focus on the shadowed outline in the doorway. The glare from the sun hurt my eyes but I could make out the curvy shape of a girl with what seemed to be the perfect body.
Summer walked towards me and smoothed my hair. She lifted my chin and kissed me slowly and softly. I leant into the kiss, amazed and scared, but wanting more. She pulled back and laughed, 'I knew it, you do love me.....I win guys!' and with that she ran from the change rooms, laughing and tossing her shining hair.
I hated her. I loved her though, still. But I went home happy that I had kissed my perfect dream girl, regardless of the circumstances. That may make me a loser, but I have a few seconds of blissful memories to keep me going and sometimes, that's all a person needs.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  

She was soft. Her lips pressed against my neck and warmth radiated from her body. I thought I felt her breast against my back for a second, but it seemed she pulled away quickly, almost as though she was nervous or scared, and unsure. if that was how she was feeling then I could totally sympathise. I was surprised I wasn’t shaking outwardly because I was definatley shaking on the inside. her hand lay softly on my shoulder and I placed mine on top of it. she was so petite, different, but yet exactly as I had imagined. her hand and mine fitted perfectly together. I turned around and wrapped my arms around her. the feeling of our skin touching was so unbelievably nice, I didn’t want to let go.

I picked her out of the crowd straight away. she was looking left and right, her eyes darting al over the place, searching for something familiar. neither of us had been here before, and neither of us knew what to expect. I hoped that she would be happy to see me. I mean, I knew she would but, I mean really happy. I had already ordered a coffee, and I was sitting towards the back of the room, close to the back exit, just incase I felt the need to run away. that thought neednt have crossed my mind. I wanted to hold her, I needed to be near her.

She was soft and warm but her touch seemed to bite and spark at my skin. Her fingers trailed down my neck, over my shoulder blade, across to the middle of my back and traced the curve of my spine. I turned to face her and she brushed my hair away from my eyes. I looked up at her, sitting with her legs tucked up underneath herself on the bed next to me. She was so warm. She radiated warmth and goodness.
I sat up, resting on my elbows and smiled at her. Her smile made me melt and as she leaned in to kiss me I couldn’t believe my luck.
She was someone I had been friends with for what seemed like years. She had something about her that I was drawn to; a magnetism. Her hand slipped under my body as she lay down beside me and she twirled the end of my hair around in her fingers.
I leant over and kissed her, the first time I had done it off my own back. Our lips touched lightly, just brushing against each other. I opened my eyes as I puled away slightly and out eyes met for a second. We both looked away suddenly and giggled.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  
There are only so many times you can fold a piece of paper in half, no matter the size and no matter how hard you try. And there are only so many times you can try and fix something by folding over the problems and trying to hide them before the folds are forced and it just doesn’t work anymore.
Alex and Peter had forced their relationship till the edges had frayed and the paper became soft and teared easily, almost disintegrating at a touch. Their little square ball of paper; pieces falling to the ground as if someone was sitting there, rubbing their thumb over and over it, watching the tiny, dirty scraps float down and land in an untidy pile on their polished timber floor.
It was Peter who noticed first, who realised the normally sharp, crisp edges were blurring and the straight clean lines were becoming rounded, messy and uneven. He noticed that Alex’s shoes were worn at the toe and that she hadn’t bothered to get new ones, or even polish them at least. How she had hung her shirt in the closet with only the last two buttons done up, not bothering to button it all the way up to the top and straighten out the creases.
How can she live with herself, he thought, She’s a mess.
Alex was happy. Happier than she’d been in over seven years. There was a time when she felt like this always. As if she was six again, and swinging higher and higher till her feet touched the leaves in the tree above her.
Bare feet all day long, she thought to herself, and kicked her shoes off, watching them land against the white walls and leave a small black mark… she didn’t even wince.
Peter was furious. He noticed it straight away as he walked through the door, placed his keys in the small wooden bowl they had ordered from India, and his wallet on top of his neatly stacked pile of decorating magazines. A small black mark… a scuff… about two centimetres long about 12 centimetres up from his skirting boards. He followed what he imagined would have been the flight of the object that made the mark backwards through the air and his face burned a deep red when his eyes fell on a cheap pair of sandals.
Alex, he called. He could hear her whistling.
He was seething inside and burning outside, his fists clenched tight by his sides.
His shoulders were rising and falling with each of his strained breaths, his chest heaving.
Alex… your shoes…
Alex was sitting on her couch, the one she’d bought from an old antique dealer in her hometown. The one that Peter had made her steam clean several times because he could still smell the musk of the old grey woman who sold it to them in the fabric.
It stinks, he had said, Get rid of it.
I will not get rid of it.
Well, at least get it cleaned again, that woman was unhealthy. I feel dirty just thinking about her.
Alex was staring at her newly painted toenails, watching the sun’s reflection in their shine. Behind her feet she could see the tall ceilings and halogen lights and when she looked ahead she saw the bottom of his coffee table. She smiled when she realised her niece had stuck a sweet to the bottom of the table, and decided to let it stay there.
Peter stormed into the room. He stared at Alex.
Turn yourself around, he ordered, I can’t talk to you when you’re upside down. What’s wrong with you? You’re acting like a child.
Alex stared at the grumpy man in the doorway. He definitely looked funnier upside down, and she began to laugh.
Alex, get down from there, please, we need to talk about the walls…and your shoes, and… well your general attitude basically. There’s something very wrong happening here, can’t you see.
Alex just stared at his red face, his close set eyes and his sparse hair… He looked even more like a pig than usual today and at this thought she burst out in a fit of laughter, falling off the lounge and rolling over the rug, knocking his precious coffee table over and cracking it straight through the centre.
Alex and Peter were both very still, their mouths had fallen open and they had both fallen silent. It was Alex who broke out of her shock first.
Bah! She laughed and rolled over onto her back.
Right, that’s it. You’re insane, Peter stormed out of the room, only to return seconds later with, And clean up that mess for God’s sake, which only brought more laughter, more rolling and more happy tears pooling on their designer woolen rug.
Alex pulled herself together and sat up against the wall. She stared at the table, at its broken top, at the knots and whorls in the timber. She could sense the warmth of the wood from where she sat. She could feel it smiling, swelling with happiness at the memory of playfulness. Alex wriggled her toes in the deep pile of the rug and shut her eyes. She was swinging again, higher and higher. Holding on tight and leaning back as she rushed through the air. Through her closed eyelids her world was pink and safe and when she opened her eyes the sky seemed to catch her and cradle her in its arms. Sometimes she would let go and fly through the air, landing softly in the long grass, staining her knees green. Her mother would laugh when she came inside, and pull the loose blades of grass from her hair and give her a cuddle.
You think you can fly, don’t you Al?
Alex would nod and her mother would hold her hands tight.
You can fly Alex, you can do anything you want to do, remember that.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  
we crawled on our tummies through the dry, crackly grass, not bothered by the weeds that caught in our hair or the dirt that collected under our blunt nails. we had to know. not out of any need to belong, more out of our need to annoy. annoyance through knowledge. we could hear them at lunch time, rustling their chip packets, 'they know that we know they know', and we'd laugh. we'd laugh untill tears spilled down our faces and we fell to the ground clutching each other. happiness. pure happiness.
their latest secret weapon against us joining their 'elite' club was somewhat difficult for us. we found out vague details through a mutual friend. she was sympathetic to our plight, which she believed was us wanting to be one of 'them', but she enjoyed the attention too much to make it public knowledge that she was conversing with the enemy.
'look, all i can tell you guys is that it's a seven letter word starting with 'd'. she's made it so hard, it's almost impossible for you two to join....i'm sorry.' then she ran off, her little white blonde bob flicking this way and that while she scanned the quadrange for any sign she may have been seen.
we later found out that the seven letter word starting with d was develop, and she was right. our completely flat chests barred us from entry for quite a while

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  
the girl was like something i've never seen before. seeing you for the first time is like trying out a new dancetrange till the rythym kicks in. awkward for the first part. difficult to manage it. and then he turned the page. start a new record and hold a new hand. ice in a tall glass clacking. fingers to a new beat snapping. hands to a mouth clapping short your answers. swallowing down your words.

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  
why do i do this to myself
time after time
put myself through all your coldness
listen to those same old lines

i only wish i caould say the things that would stop you dead
make you realise what could be
chase reality out of your head

i hear your voice
you say my name
i've never heard it sound the same

touch my hand
dont walk away
i really wish that we could stay

i know the things that you say
arent really you
its just a front to stop the truth
from crashing through

we could just go
fly away
i never thought i'd feel this way
make a wish
leave it all and float away

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Tuesday, November 12, 2002  |  



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