FicWad

This could be the worst
of all the songs I write
rhymes
they come and go
you see
it's not fair
that when they tug
and tear
and strain
to tumble out
someone said
those words were not for me

When your creeping fingers
catch me
while I'm off my bounds
speakeasy-smile
is all I see
it's like flimsy
lime and vodka
flying
silken dreams
to me

Fantasies
is all
it's bound to be

If I ever feel unwanted
I just shut my eyes
your name's 'what if..'
so who's to blame
in another type of present
they say
"do you take..?"
while I watch you smile
and nod
and say
"I do"

So the weary cobweb
snarls me
'til I'm out of shout
if you were there
I'd wish you'd leave
I don't need
another broken
molten
part because
of me

Okay
is all
I'll ever be