lily

I wish that was it for now but I need to drop some words for my girl, Christine Peterson, who followed the clouds a little too soon! R.I.P.

-I spin restlessly in a circular motion, trying to get this emotion perfected.
Too often I feel like just another tortured Lolita with too many stories to tell.
Trying to make jokes about that rigor mortis smell.
she left too soon for everyone.
she was a smile on every grey and rainy day.
but last week they found her slumped over and bruised in an alleyway.
The first time I met her, I couldn't help but stare. Recognizable always by
that celestial halo of blonde hair.
We made that park a home for wayward souls
all united by a couple of benches on fourteenth st.
She was maternal, always giving advice, Everyones mama in some orphanage zoo.
Now she's drifting through clouds waiting for rain.
I want her to know that now that she's gone, all of her children
will memorize her song.
And I can't stop wondering why do these true stories end up with sick twists?
and why does the human heart look more like a fist?
I walk with your memory, I know your last breath was a kiss.

Another suspect guardian angel added to my list.

xoxo, Lily

p.s. what have your dreams been like lately? all of mine have been post apocalyptic and insane!

and what do you think of the video clip? I promise I'm not so mean in real life, nor do I use the word "dude" so much!