My Very Own Wonderland

To have lost the most precious thing,
But to have found another
Was the trade of worth this inkling
That maybe through loss we find solace
From the depths of the now broken curse

So it seems to me the journey is new
Many trod down, but to survive, a few
And I look around at all the carcasses
This fate, some have had it worst
But was it really worth the heartache

Maybe the most precious thing has been lost
And I have to fool myself of a noble cause
To continue to walk down this road
And the tales of life slowly unfold
To eyes that have not seen the glitteratti

And I look at you and wonder if one day
Maybe I'll look back from the podium below
And point like the others, and reminisce
The story that had long gone cold
And lost to another polished diamond

Then I look down and tell myself
It was all worth it if for that moment
I experienced my very own fairytale
In my very own wonderland
Where Alice never sheds a tear...

Velcro

The water drips down,
Each patient for its turn;
Each owning that very second
Each with that moment to shine

I can only stare
With eyes wide open
Sucking in the moment
Into the abysses of my soul

Something I thought happened to someone else
Fell right into my arms
Onto my lap
And actually sat still, not squirming
I pinch myself

Then I think it's a dream
I pinch myself harder
Because this cannot be true
Nothing ever is so perfect
As perfect as you

So I stare at the star sprinkled skies
Watching the fairies fly
A shooting star falls
Yet another heart is broken
And I am angry I am fragile

The is something about the "we"
It scares the hell out me
Because 2 can be broken
Or ripped apart
As easily as they can be velcro-ed

Isn't it all but velcro
Comes loose when pulled apart
The transcience of the moment
The belonging that is no more yours
Whether or not you like it

I felt it once, I returned it once
We're even now
And so I find myself velcro-ed
Once again to the very thing I fear
Could once again rip this fragile being apart

Wholy Holy Matrimony

I count them on my right hand
Then move on to my left
Hardly sufficient, there's more than 10
I try to understand that it isn't theft
Of one's time, money and emotions

Every guy seems to be on his knee
Every girl swoons in the white white gown
Now, no not me, later - perhaps, maybe
Doesn't it just freak you out,
No i don't smile, it makes me frown

Under one roof, 24/7
It's just part and parcel of growing up
And no I don't think it'll be heaven
No, not me, siree, not yet
But all about love, it's hardly even that

Nonetheless, big up for you
For daring to leap blindfolded - almost
One day maybe I'll be like that too
But for now I'd rather boast
About my very carefree life, thank you

Be right back

I'm reconstructing the face of some bugger...