I throw myself away
I take my happiness now in nips and snatches
In between digging through ashes
But with goodness in between
I gave up on the dream
Has been upgraded to stand alone status. It needs a little tweaking and maybe a few extra lines but now that I can see it as its own entity properly it will be easier.
The girl who lives next door
I am not so lucky as the girl who lives next door
Are lines or ideas anyways that have been running around in my head since the middle of the summer. I keep trying to wrap them up in words properly but it never works. It is hard to clothe the girl next door. These two have been readmitted to the foster home of lines without a proper family. They remain hopeful.
A wilted four leaf clover
Pass me over
A horseshoe turned downside up
No I am not the one with luck
These two definately go together and I like them both very much. However, they are now orphaned and have been placed in the FHLWPF
She has her hand on perfection
Sweet masculine confection
Who dotes upon her always
In a million if not twenty ways
One man now-forever
The story book prince and lover
But who really knows whats in it for
That girl who lives next door.
And this is just unhappy and complicated. I wasnt really a fan of this construction much because most of the lines I actually liked were lost on the car ride home. I thought I fixed it but then I changed my mind. I wont get rid of it; I am just going to have to do some serious surgery to make it into something I enjoy again. It is currently in a state where I never would have showed it to anyone except that I already have because I thought it wasnt so naked when the other words were around it. It is still naked and it is unhappy with me.