Toil and trouble
Bubbles o bubbles
Do you see what i create
A pot of hysteria and madness
No life to give it
No means to support it
Yet I love you still lingers
at the tip of my tongue
to spill into the mix
and combust into a thousand injuries
or overflow a healing liquid

A child needs a father
But what makes a man
a father worthy of the title 

O how can I deny
a dream in my arms
Let me smell the scent
not real yet enticing
That I may lay here
and create a fantasy
One in which I will live
Please say that it is real
so it won't dissolve in
the palm of my hands
Only so I may keep you
lying in my arms asleep

Blossoms on the table
We sat across each other
A twist in a fairy tale
We conquered all
We lied about that
The dragon burned the village
If only the yellow glow
Didn't make the sky so pretty

Good memories of a bad time
Orchestral tune of a promise
Cradled by my inability
to flow past the stones
in my melodious river
I needed to sing
I wanted to dance
My master allowed me neither
I promised her the world
I forfeited my world
The songs still play
Tasting of lemon
Sweet to my soul
Sour to my heart
A tune forbidden
And a melody to redeem
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