Why’d you sing with me at all :: songs and poetry

tears

Paperback Letdown
(by me)

Another page is ripped away from a book I clung to for far too long,
a fairy tale story of a girl who had never-ending quests to fulfill,
and a string of dragons to slay for everyone who crossed her path.
Yet the demands of being a princess ever beckoned,
to be fair, true, and vulnerable to love’s twisted illusions,
while blood still dripped from her trying-to-hide battle-scarred hands.

How can one be both savior and damsel in distress?
Daisy-chains braided into my hair as a child were never to be the uniform for a lifetime,
even though I think I hung to the significance of those wispy, wild flowers myself,
painting one into my skin around a name never truly my own.
Perhaps that was my attempt to re-write the plot twists,
or at least give this girl a different kind of ending.

I have never been about a predictable happily ever after.



Delicate
(live) :: Damien Rice

4 thoughts on “Why’d you sing with me at all :: songs and poetry

  1. I don’t know, but it all seems so personal. i don’t really know why things end and life turns out the way it does. i never thought much about the end…i guess i still waiting for mine to begin.

    1. lyriquediscorde – Los Angeles, California – Los Angeles writer, mother, lover of music, books, film, tv, travel, cooking, jukeboxes, lists, themes, game nights, potlucks, coffee, letters, postcards, and conversation. Ever-evolving, learning, and changing. Every day is another opportunity to do better. 
      lyriquediscorde says:

      Thank you for such a thoughtful comment…and cheers to your begins when they come around.

  2. Romantic Dominant – A faded romantic Dominant with a love of all things beautiful and a taste for the darkly sensual and decadent. A lover of music, food and wine, literature, theatre, film and art. A writer. Though not a good one. Of novels, shorts stories, songs and poetry. The written word is my joy and my curse. I am tall, silver haired, slender with piercing hazel/blue eyes and long, sensitive hands. I am neither handsome nor unattractive. I am a realistic dreamer, an idealistic pragmatist. I am a sexually dominant but patient and sensual lover. I adore intelligent, elegant, independent, beautiful women . I am not young. I am faded and fading. But if the music is playing, and the wine is good, and the stars are shining bright in a soft velvet night sky, and the light falls on me just right, then you might see the man who could break hearts. Well, if you have a very good imagination anyway ...
    Romantic Dominant says:

    Beautiful poem, superbly structured. And yes, you choice in music and art … always good.

    1. lyriquediscorde – Los Angeles, California – Los Angeles writer, mother, lover of music, books, film, tv, travel, cooking, jukeboxes, lists, themes, game nights, potlucks, coffee, letters, postcards, and conversation. Ever-evolving, learning, and changing. Every day is another opportunity to do better. 
      lyriquediscorde says:

      Thank you so much, means a lot that you enjoyed.

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