An Irish Lesbian's thoughts and observations…


Growing up she dreamt of her fairytale
She wished for wings or the power to sail
She longed for that crazy, beautiful dance
She longed for you to give her a chance

Going out of her mind and into the sea of luck
The water was like quicksand. She became stuck.
Her head throbbed with the pain of a thousand dreams
Dancing alone is never as fun as it seems

Counting stars across the sky
Beautiful ones waiting to die
Swinging back and forth cradled in life’s grip
Every word becomes a lashing whip
Counting the minutes you gave to her soul
The cracks are there now but you expect her to be whole
The dark clouds were distant but now they’re near
She has no fight left. Now they’re almost here.

Her eyes stung with the taste of a million tears
Do we live to obey love or simple fears?
She had so many questions to ask someone somewhere
Her lips burned with words she’d never share

Hit me she screamed, make me feel pain
Make me feel anything, just feel again
She pinched her arm but she was too numb
Was it a dream waiting for life to come?

Counting stars across the sky
Beautiful ones waiting to die
Swinging back and forth cradled in life’s grip
Every word becomes a lashing whip
Counting the minutes you gave to her soul
The cracks are there now but you expect her to be whole
The dark clouds were distant but now they’re near
She has no fight left. Now they’re here.

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