Literally, Figuratively and Euphemistically

Wish I had known that/ What seemed so strong/ Has been and gone... (1973, James Blunt)


Tell me what you're thinking
Tell it to me a hundred times
Even when it never changes...


Tell me I look beautiful
Tell it to me a thousand times
Even though you never change your mind


Tell me you love me
Tell it to me a million times
Till the day none of us dream of
When it all begins

If I show you/ Get to know you/ If I hold you just for today...
Am I gonna wanna let go/ Am I gonna wanna go home...
Tell me you feel the same         (4 Real, Avril Lavigne)

Smiles are dimpling in and out
And I think of dreams and worlds
Where nothing has changed
Like the ocean within me
That barely notices the one drop

That sends ripples through my soul
And leaves me aching all over
Because I see the winds of change dancing
Over the tiny wave crests
Of that ocean within

It's funny coz there's now
A different meaning to every silence
And because I spend twice as much
Time thinking of you than I should
Simply because I think I'm allowed
For once in my life

I'm freakin' out/ And where am I now/ Upside down and I can't stop it now...
Can't stop me now... (Alice, Avril Lavigne)

Some pearls I'm not meant
To wear maybe it's strange
How many times I take the same chances
And shatter them against these diamond rocks
Everytime still hoping that my dreams
Will let you in some day

Waiting in the lobby
Of my dream home, I'd say
This isn't part of my journey
It's time to turn away and keep seeking

Coz it's the hunt I thirst for
Trapping the antelope and then watch
As it bounds away unhurt
Although I can see it's limping

It's why she shies away from human affection/
But somewhere in a private place
She packs a bag for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come (To The Moon and Back, Savage Garden)

Prickly Heat

It's tiring

The dry and how my eyes

Are refusing to tear up

Something's stinging them

I like to think it's the heat

And the dry; maybe the makeup

Is too much or perhaps

The songs on my playlist

Are all winter type songs

Ones that make me want to stand up

Dance and be all hot and bothered

Not ones that bring in the breeze

Of cooler, less calmer days

I'm dressed all wrong

Always feels like there's too much

Clothing on no matter how less

Is more

Lips are dry

So is the touchscreen of my little phone

All this water seems to evaporate

From the inside of my mouth

Is that sleep beckoning from the sidelines

Welcome rest under a very slow fan

Or is it just mockery in sheep's clothing?

Funny how I try and keep myself moving

Maybe I've been lying to myself all this while

And the guilt has brought me in

To my own special hell

The kind I don't believe in

Coz it's way too hot for that kind of thing

There are a million things I can stress about

But funnily enough the only thing

Stressing me out is how it's just too 

Hot to work

Or even stress