I never realisedThe smirk you hadWhen you were with meI never realisedThat little dimpleOn your cheekI never realisedHow your eyes turned from blue to greyWhen you were sadI never realisedThat only happened when you were with me.I never realisedI caused you so muchPainI never realisedHow bad you've gotten.
Have you ever had an urgeTo do somethingYou know is badBut you do it anyways?It's like cutting your hairKissing a boyEating a cookieBreaking a toy.Or her falling for youAfter everyone told her not to.Of course the girl in love never listensNow she's in her room and her cheeks glisten.But at least she was happyFor the time you played herNow she's drinking away the pain"I love you" she slurs.
Dreaming of the dayWhen I could be meAnd you could be you.I'd love myselfAnd be happy too.My wrists would be clearAnd so would my mind.You would start eatingAs you used too,And maybe your under eyesWouldn't be so blue.But until that day comesWhen we're hand in handI'll be dreaming of a placeCalled Neverland.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,