And Her Fall…

So, here she comes.
Just like the morning sun…
After the rains and her thoughts;
Come on lets run them down.
She’s seen the ghosts
Dancing with their rose tops down.
Will she caress them or tell them
She won’t share the debutant crown?

I can see them dance around you
I can see that they’re all scared like you
Why don’t we just hang around you
And let it all come true

Don’t sell yourself…
To the corpses on a silent street.
And to the crying; Stop feeding them dying wishes,
You’re only going to lose yourself.
A fall from grace…
Unholy in her party dress.
And her fall…
Seems it didn’t shatter at all?

I can see them dance around you
I can see they’re all scared like you
Why don’t we just hang around you
And let it all come true.

So raise a toast…
To your little party ghosts.
And too the haunted; tears from
Sore and wretched.
Wrapped in her coat;
Cold from the lying morning.
And In her pockets; Petals from
her lovers flowers.

She can see them dancing around you
She can see they’re all scared like you
Why don’t we just hang around you
And watch it all come true?

© Carlson 2013

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