My lies are my sword and shield.The truth brings me fear.Yet I accept it,Don't change it,And cry.I help others find it.In my own stupid way.I tel them the truth.While my feelings hide away.
I take my happy heart and give it to othersThen, like vampires, they suck the happy outWhen it's drained, they give it backThen I must refill it againI let others take my cheerful thoughts for their needsThey take until they're goneI have to restockrestartI let others drain me'Til I'm emptyI give but don't takeThey take but don't giveThat is how I live
I'm done letting you control my lifeI'm done letting you winLetting you into my life was my biggest sinI wish I never met youAnd yet I still love youMy heart betrays my headMy soul wishes to stay in bedI want to hateBut I just can't createA feeling that strongI've put myself down, made myself drownAnd I knew it was wrong
Dreams in the dusk,Only dreams closing the dayAnd with the day's close going backTo the gray things, the dark things.The far, deep things of dreamland.Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,Only the old remembered picturesOf lost days when the day's lossWrote in tears the heart's loss.Tears and loss and broken dreamsMay find your heart at dusk.
We talked as Girls do --Fond, and late --We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave --Of ours, none affair --We handled Destinies, as cool --As we -- Disposers -- be --And God, a Quiet PartyTo our Authority --But fondest, dwelt upon OurselfAs we eventual -- be --When Girls to Women, softly raisedWe -- occupy -- Degree --We parted with a contractTo cherish, and to writeBut Heaven made both, impossibleBefore another night.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat