

Meadow Sweet Kisses You played a beautiful,Meadow Sweet Kisses by ~blood-red-ribbons
Weathered Spanish guitar,
With a slow half smile,
The edges of your eyes,
Gently crinkled,
It was an evening in May,
And you told me the stars
Shone so much brighter,
Reflected in my eyes,
We danced in the meadow
My skirt flying around us,
Silky scarves hanging from my hips,
Where your hands lingered,
We were clothed in wildflowers,
My curls brushing your cheek,
As you ran your fingers,
Along my legs,
I dream of the summer,
When your body was
More familiar to me
Than my own,
And as I wake,
I can hear, the faint strummings,
Of an antique guitar,
and the scent of freshly picked
mead


New York Baby She lost faith in the northern skies,New York Baby by ~blood-red-ribbons
That faded from blue to grey,
And whispered tales of misty mountains
Covered in silence and snow,
She lost faith in the empty faces,
She met along the concrete streets,
That welcomed her home, to the world,
She wished she'd left behind,
She lost faith in the pixie smiles
That were filled with malicious dreams
Lies that spoke in half rhymes, and half truths,
And never thought to question.
She lost faith in the grass,
That died beneath her feet,
And the flowers that frosted over,
as they broke under her touch.
She lost faith in the human race.
Until she sat on the tower block top,