la fée

I am the godsend
Who flew them to you
You won’t think to thank me
What learning you’ll do
We shan’t leave this life
‘Til this truth finds the mind:
Fairytale thinking,
That must stay behind

So Friend

I love you
Don’t tell anyone
Since exactly a bit after half past 1am
When I was awakened 
I have been waiting for daylight
To tell you
And now in the night again
It feels late 
But it’s time
I told you 
Good Night

New Songs

Scouring the shops for retro playthings, been-used books and classic, gently-worn threads

I find whimsy

Somehow the hit songs from even this and last year’s summers seem broken, dusty and worn-through at the knees

I’m left thirsty

Used, non-sensical songs creakily playing broken, dusty, worn words, reminding me 

Of the lies I said to myself to survive at about thirteen

I’ve survived…I believe, and I want this: new songs