Fantasies of a LifeI awake, sunlight streams through my dirty window. Boots are strewn by the door, covered in mud, and yesterdays work clothes are in a pile where we put them last night, so hasty to get out of them. I stretch slightly, slight enough so not to wake my partner. I pull the blankets up a bit higher over my naked body. I smile. I love the cool early morning. I smell the fresh grass and pine in the air. Outside the window, a sparrow cleans his feathers. I turn over slowly, spooning the man beside me. I lower my head to his neck, breathing in the scent of his aftershave. Here is where I am safe.He starts to wake with a start. I put a finger to my lips, Sssh. He lies back down. I smile at the serene, dumbfounded look on his face, as I lean in and kiss him, softly and slowly. Good morning. His brown eyes glisten. He tucks some long brown hair behind my ears. He kisses me one more time, quickly, before getting up off the bed, wrapping a sheet around his hips
FreedomFreedomEver feel constricted?Like you just cant move?Behind bars of your elders,Torturing you mercilessly.Cant escape,Mood shakes,Need freedom if only for a while.But youth is stupid,Most agree.We should prove them,Not to be.I cant take,The madness anymore,Want to get out.Let the rain and wind beat against me,In freedom.
CardenBlood runs down their shirts,But they cant see.The sunshine has left,But they dont notice.No one notices,That with pride and laughter,Comes devastation and anger.The wind whispers on our arms.Chills run down our backs.Tears stream down our eyes.The empty lot lays empty.Hopes are diminished.We have lost.We have lost.
UnsteadyUnsteadyIf you leave me,I wont have you to lean on,I wont have you to count on,And Im afraid.Is it soon?I dont know,But you could help yourself help me,If only we where steady.I cant lean on you if youre unsteady,But do I have a choice?Im afraid for our lives,Afraid for our souls.If you leave me,I wont have you to lean on,I wont have you to count on,And Im afraid.I cant stop this poem from coming out,As I remember the unsteady times,And think maybe it will be unsteady again.Im so afraid, oh, and I need you to lean on.Im only a girl,But already now,The shoulder is getting thin.I cant help myself be afraid.If you leave me,I wont have you to lean on,I wont have you to count on,And Im afraid.How will I live on,With this unsteady feeling in my stomach?How will I go on,When I dont have you to lean on?