Polar Paradigm - CW

[onyx2047]

Small Town Girl

There's no glitter in the gutter, can you feel it burn?
There's no smile on their faces, does it make your stomach turn?
It's like looking in the mirror with a different reflection
a constant reminder of pain and rejection

She's a pretty small town girl with plenty of fight
such a shiny jewel stealing your spotlight
Does it make you sick to be that close?
was she the one you wanted the most?

Like dirt topped candy apples, it's rotten at its core
Oh she's your excuse your punching bag whore
and your spitting sorry's cheap sonnets to the list
Playground love at it's finest, a listless kiss

Blacken the heart of the innocent it's an infectious disease
You've made it impossible, silence is the only way to appease
But the regrets are few and she's a better person for her virtue
You wrote her sun away, the veil falls to reveal her greatest debut

Dancing to her own silent tune the bells can no longer be heard
and it's all lost in translation your so utterly ******** absurd
You can carry on like its all one big party one big joke
but in the end the variables are always the same, you choke

There's no glitter in the gutter, can you feel it burn?
There's no smile on their faces, does it make your stomach turn?
It's like looking in the mirror with a different reflection
a constant reminder of pain and rejection

A.Lee 1.2.12

[onyx2047]

Your World

It's a different sort of breed, unobtainable and uncertain
holds all the mystery and glamor, shielded by a curtain
told by the lines of her mascara and stains upon her lips
by the tempo of her heels and her fake finger tips

Oh it's a right round merry-go-round, I could never be apart of your world
grenadine syrup lips, fable of her hips, glitter burned and impearled


Twisted accent that dances off the tongue, a phony calling card for you to buy
Questions of your mind, you do entertain, Join the parade it's what they imply
White gold milk fed to pacify a querulous puritan, yet a sycophant by trade
The best your money can buy, the best stories you can lie, the special FX begins to fade

Yeah, it's a right round merry-go-round, I could never be apart of your world
grenadine syrup lips, fable of her hips, glitter burned and impearled

Yeah, it's a right round merry-go-round, I could never be apart of your world
I could never be apart of your world
your world
your world
your world

ALee 1.12.12

[onyx2047]

[onyx2047]

PEU D'AMOUR

Her foot steps creep into the deepest recess of my mind
Always there, bitter sweet trail for me to find
Little hands with an iron grasp over my heart
I cannot breath, in my sleep, she will not part
The chime that rings in mid wakes dream
her laughter like a ghost, fangs agleam

Take from me that in which is my will
unravel me in idle slumber I wait still
Depths of the sea unto the ends of the world
don't leave me here alone and unfurled
Pue D'amour of mine
a coveted bloodline

ALee 2/11/12