darks and lights and sparkles.

if anything, i'd love to be a princess. you can forget the pinks, pearls, and fluffy gowns. i just want to be your simple treasure, something kept on the top shelf.
you'll look at me everyday and say, "i love her". i might be millions of gas tanks away, but high on your shelf my memory will sit, with a delicate piece of my heart.


it's crazy where i am right now. not here, nor there. im alive to the fullest measure but i can't say with an honest word that i am myself.
i dream, and laugh, and play, and dance. but in a way even you would not recognize. from a distance, my energy sends bright remarks. climb into my lifeline and you would discover something a little different.
i still play with the thought of you, because love is a game of curiosity.
but i know your heart is in a foreign place now.
well, maybe not foreign, but i certainly haven't found it knocking at MY door.


do you think about the ocean when the snow falls in december? does a candle ever catch your eye in the daytime? never. but misplacing love is something you will forever be unable to ignore. a slash through hope, faith, and then an indescribable feeling that hurts so bad your thoughts do not move.
im wondering now who has a hold of the knife, for my eyes cannot see.
my fingers lay with no feeling, too. but they're there, because somehow i am holding a needle and thread.
"if i could somehow find a way into my chest", my mind thinks.
"if i could somehow find a way out of this body" says my heart.




the view is pretty great up here, but it's nothing spectacular. i'd rather be holding your hand, feeling your kiss, or whispering in your ear.

i'll settle for the shelf.
but since i've given up the pearls and gowns, i definitely deserve a tiara.