criss cross hearts, I promised

but I never

hoped to die

they say she's beautiful

, and

'i expected her to fly'

she fell short.

again, again, again

and here's the blinking red runway


two three

and it's all for a take off

that never transpired

all for the sake of the soul of a girl who could have


a pop song, (surfer boy with a blonde flat top

meets soft eyed, fawn-caught-in-the-floodlights

beauty with one broken wing)

and she runs (she's like a fairy tale

running from the striking midnight clock.)

falling apart with every step, stair

but only inside.

she is running from darkness & cobwebs

from death & empty arms,

everything that scares her


criss cross my heart

i promise,

but i could never

hope to die