My second song. My second song I found
out of anguish to finish a degree with high honors that I've been
hiding attaining. One that offers me much torture to attain because
of the high marks that have been found out about since my move. I say
my second song because the full expression of my art in lyrics is
seen in “She Finds the Chords Herself” that I gave to Ned Euphorya to compose for me and is the first gift of full expression.
And I had such a hard time forming the words to such magical thoughts
that I had mapped out in my book “The Virtuous Woman.” Now because
I've come pass the process of death, murder actually, of my unborn
child at 17 at 5 months pregnant, thinking of her first and then
writing, I show my gifts more, hopefully in full, I feel now not
always thinking of her subconsciously and never reaching the full
extent of my gifts. I had a hard time letting go of the first song –
but I don't want to die a Van Gogh or other famous artists discovered
after death. So I don't hold my gifts now when I know they've come to
me in full and tell my famous story in my head how it will be, I make
it happen now. This is worth fighting for.
Though some may, and I hate it, when
you write assume a standpoint in it and that they're being longed
for, or something outside of the writing. It stands for my love of
life at those times, sometimes being when I was abused. It's also at
a point of being able to pass by them in my walks and acknowledge
that I'm doing this.
Photo courtesy Banfi Wines.
Verse
I was
told to love Valentino
Live
like Cinderella
Under
the moonlight
with
Riunite
Chorus
You've
found your wet dreams
when
you think of me
You
call me on the phone
remembering
our song
the one
we never had
Verse
You
fell on your knees to me
As I
was put upon a thrown to all beings
The
ring you gave me
shown
through the entire night
Bridge
Drifting
lovely like a fall
I made
the completion
in the
end to it all
You
say,
“Flower
still,
be
still, inside of me,
under
the sheets,
in the
chair,
cornered
everywhere.”
Six
lines shaped like church organ pipes
shine
shadows on my breasts at night
The
dips point to the corners in me
where
you shine most gently
Chorus
I was
told to love Valentino
Live
like Cinderella
Under
the moonlight
with
Riunite
