The Gingerbread Girl Ver 2.0

Come Ye all, come on closer!

We've got song and joy!

I'm back as a bard with a story up my sleeve,

about a gingerbread girl and a boy!

We were at lust when you heard me last,

with her smelling of cake;

and cream cheese, coffee and little Palmiérs,

and various assorted bakes.

But the river of life has onwards flown,

a lot of water under a small bridge,

from the rapids of love to the straits so dire,

disappearing from sight beyond the next ride.

Where do we go? Where are we headed?

Such questions in both the minds;

while the clock ticks faster and the heartbeat stops,

the fates don't seem too kind.

A million mistakes from the fathead bard,

as the sounds of his harp rings;

a puppet show that no one sees,

with no one pulling at the strings.

A dreadful blow and a hopeful heart,

a warmth amidst the cold;

that reddish glow within those bodies,

while the tears begin to flow.

But yet she stays resolute and strong,

holding on to both love and hate.

And in the darkness the lights glow bright,

when a smile eclipses her face.

The smell of baking now then is gone,

Replaced by her own burning scent;

The time goes bye and life takes flight,

let the naysayers lament.

And though I toil, I write and fight,

wade through blunders and errors;

she'll always be my gingerbread girl,

now, today and forever. 

In my head

So how does it feel? 

To be like this?

So much in love,

that you'd steal a kiss?

A burning heath with a dark hole,

the same person who makes you feel whole.

Head over heels with your thoughts in my head,

with you on my mind as I go to bed.

A smouldering fire with ice within,

a murky mind that knows only to sin.

Yes I'm in love, the sort that shows,

My hearts gone to you and the lack of it shows.

Yes I'm in love but I feel so alone.

all alone in the dark with no heart to call my own.

I thought I was clever,

I thought it was good,

I thought I had loved you,

only as much any man should.

I thought restraint was bad,

that there was much more to be had,

In being with you,

being in you.

But I feel alone, In love yet alone;

all alone in the dark with no heart to call my own.

I look up at you to save me from it all,

But I've roughed up my knuckles with all these falls.

You let me in just to shut me out,

And i'm left in the cold to rant and shout.

I crave your warmth, your heart your soul,

without you here, I'll never feel alone.

I thought I had got you but you've slipped away,

and yet over me you hold sway,

You have my heart and you nurse it still,

and through that bond you pull my strings.

And I'm in love, In love all alone,

And I waiting for you to make your way back home.