TigerLily
December 22nd, 2009, 12:43 AM
So there’s this girl
There’s always this girl
Not much of a girl
Just another girl
And there was this night
And there was this moon
And there was this fight
She couldn’t win
So there’s this winter sky
Just an orange shade subtler
Than her scarlet bleeding heart
Her bleeding skin, had her fingernails
Stopped shaking enough to serve their purpose
And this tree of the blackest ink
With branches like spindly ropes
Waiting for her snow white neck
Because of course there was snow
It was Christmas time after all
So it was pretty cold, just like it has to be
For water and hearts to freeze and fall
Before they hit the ground and shatter
Where strangers hear them crunch under their footsteps
And small people take them in their hands
Just to throw them about for hilarity’s sake
To hurl them back at you with nothing but laughter
To watch them break right in your face
And send a shivering shudder down your spine
But without the snowy canvas
She couldn’t have written ‘I love you’
With her bare blue hands
And then clawed it out afterwards
Because even if it was true
It meant less than even one snowflake
Bearing less significance than a million of her tears
They had been so stubborn to fall
Until they just kept running in vain
Because she couldn’t escape
For all the pavements lead back home
Haunted by ghosts hiding behind curtains
Living in a casket behind her back
But she was trembling too much to fight
So she gave them her tangled mind
Her troubled thoughts and dusty dreams
The secrets to the grave
And the perfect empty promises
Her treasured lies she held so close
The wasted goodbyes that hurt her most
Finally, her surrender
And she told them to have fun
There’s always this girl
Not much of a girl
Just another girl
And there was this night
And there was this moon
And there was this fight
She couldn’t win
So there’s this winter sky
Just an orange shade subtler
Than her scarlet bleeding heart
Her bleeding skin, had her fingernails
Stopped shaking enough to serve their purpose
And this tree of the blackest ink
With branches like spindly ropes
Waiting for her snow white neck
Because of course there was snow
It was Christmas time after all
So it was pretty cold, just like it has to be
For water and hearts to freeze and fall
Before they hit the ground and shatter
Where strangers hear them crunch under their footsteps
And small people take them in their hands
Just to throw them about for hilarity’s sake
To hurl them back at you with nothing but laughter
To watch them break right in your face
And send a shivering shudder down your spine
But without the snowy canvas
She couldn’t have written ‘I love you’
With her bare blue hands
And then clawed it out afterwards
Because even if it was true
It meant less than even one snowflake
Bearing less significance than a million of her tears
They had been so stubborn to fall
Until they just kept running in vain
Because she couldn’t escape
For all the pavements lead back home
Haunted by ghosts hiding behind curtains
Living in a casket behind her back
But she was trembling too much to fight
So she gave them her tangled mind
Her troubled thoughts and dusty dreams
The secrets to the grave
And the perfect empty promises
Her treasured lies she held so close
The wasted goodbyes that hurt her most
Finally, her surrender
And she told them to have fun