The respect of children
Oh Mother, Father,
someday I’ll be all grown up,
but remain your child.
Oh Mother, Father,
someday I’ll be all grown up,
but remain your child.
Don’t tell me we are “only friends” –
don’t say those ugly words to me.
I’ve spent a sunset in your arms,
and traded stories, loves, and charms.
I’ve shared with you my heart and mind,
and thought your shared your own in kind.
I journeyed through the nights with you,
believing that our love ran true…
I gave my love; I gave my all!
Why must I watch our kingdom fall?!
Don’t tell me we are “only friends”
when I just want to be your “only.”
My daughter, my son,
someday I will be gone, but
you must remain strong.
When we hit bottom,
we’re looking for someone to
make it all OK.
I ran from my demons
until I could go no further.
Then I sought them out,
confronted them each in turn,
and named them the cowards they were.
I was desperate.
I trusted you with my heart.
All I got was pain.
Midnight sex’s quite heaven-sent,
a passion which won’t relent.
For even in the darkest night,
the fire still keeps burning bright.
Our dragons are real;
they are born from our fears, and
they’re slain by our faith.
City of Angels
with a bad reputation
and a heart of gold.
In our wanton hubris
and brutish ways,
we cut at the world;
we leave it bleeding
and weeping for us.