Chameleons are the worst
They learn your favorite color
So they know which trance
They should use to put you under

I used to want a lover
Like the boys in the books
Until I met you,
Now I want books with boys who are
Lovers like you

i wrote out my dreams with a pen
and placed them in a cup
i looked into the stars and then
with pride i held it up

i toasted to the moon above
and branches of the trees
i then said my goodbye to love
and threw them in the breeze

and maybe, maybe there's a day
when one might pass you by
but dream, only a dream can stay
only in dreams we fly

Beware ancient grudge
Either the red or the blue
It is all purple

A way back
to
who
you
really are

There is a cave inside my eye.
Hollow, damp, moss-grown.
Secrets echo in its depths
Against wet walls of stone.

Where ancient waves have smoothed the rock
And in the darkest deep
Sits a sage, a toothless crone
With cloistered tongue she yowls and moans
And through her immortal groans
I sometimes hear her speak.

There is a cave, that much is true
But the more I think it through,
I realize that my eye can’t see
Inside this cave inside of me.  
And though I strain with heart and mind
This cave will always leave me blind.

Me
You
Things could've been perfect
If it went out as planned