Magnus II - Her Golden Hair
The fools vagrant vandal called time why do you abandon me
Mascara waterfalls in touring African dawn
Paint me no sun ever better, as I write daily letters
To all who read my white lotus decree
Draining love, is her art on that Pocahontas centrepiece
Seeking her inner dream of getting dropped off by wolf creek
Creature features with silver streaks be a bullet straight to my hearts locked keep
Schedules we book with pencil, deadlines we put up noses to meet
Every week we think I’ve seen all that she be
Then does she catwalk with a pen and lamington
Micro managed my well rehearsed first firing Miss Savage
Left it on a post-it note reading sorry dear diary
I am on another diet of crying
Performance so undeveloped
It was almost as if I was back in the toilet dying
I got lost in a watch this space where it just seems like the biggest waste
Glasses Magoo over there. Remind me tomorrow to bring your kris Kringle gift in my truck
Be it nicely wrapped in no given fucks
Take this journal of Miss bridal recital
Burn them to ashes with those daring Cruella lashes
Put them on Fathers well read fireplace mantle
Be they lessons learned to be unearned in family urns
Leave them for my new friends these local rapscallion sandal vandals
Don’t take me back to where I always sat
My aching misery by the beach on a bench seat
Diary so dear to my years thus lived
Trying to pull away the clouds for stars I couldn't quite reach
Give back rainy days under the stairs with her Paddington bear
Half cupboard filled with cuddle lions of low carb iron, finding their courage
Scratching turns to rapping at maiden chambers every night be it no raven
Curiously strange this being I have yet labelled human believing
Just Sunday morning with no saving heaven or salvation
How fond it be to live anywhere but every entry of memory
Of when dad left and took everything but me
Just hope that my best front step is still their when I need to stare
Upon the poor be poorly folded folders holding dead roses of insincere proposals
No Rapunzul with stairwell hair should take no such care of last night’s half eaten Leonardo pizza
How I hate my misery room of regret in a box of eclairs
Looking through mildew melancholy on windows to write apologies
Clouded backdrop of my aching agony that may never stop
How I give all my luck to winding back the clock to about half past drunk
Each new year brings new fears of lonely nights on warm couches with idols to sing
Handing back what was never kept to this stolen engagement ring
Eating afternoon cereal reading serial killer novelties
The most excited I be when heard of a new Twilight series
Her vampire dream be Roman Squires the third encounter arriving
Wild stallions to Daryl singing about riding
Diving through broken dreams and flyscreens this vampire to come rescue thee
Pale as brides vale does he sing and regale to me his whatever Queen
Waiting list on applying future groom for interviews with vampire diaries
In too many phones of phantom phantasm tones to inspire me
A kiss with fangs of fandango this half wolf and man of verbal tango
Take me from this magic of pulling rabbits from sorting hats sung in doorway crescendo
Confucius be confused with disagreeable quarrels of quandary
Should the door fit more then to hell with popcorn
Sounds in the family home still echo the little footsteps of emotions left
Be they days of early May, hearing that fateful happy birthday
Noise of no presence to rhetorical questions of Casper of Tropic Capricorn is that you?
Are you the melting clock in my misery room
No star dust from ceiling stars even with that roaring tiger snore
She looks at empty pillows of thunder buddy snuggles she wants to keep
All those dreams she hugs to sleep
Her own cosmic avenger
Playing tennis with that Slazenger
Side-lines with magazines of Time, be her manager
No man be so void of logic to return her service
A discourteous Pete Sampras to go down with love
Pistol Princess to deuces drawn at dawn
The White Tiger, our pride of the North
Her claws will take no applause
Roar oh Mighty Maiden of Northern shore
Louder than titans that stood before
Under 9 moons is she born
Her bursting heart does paint our ceiling stars
That locked love shooting Chevy Nova dark arts
Her diamond smile of our Northern lights
Tiger lilly of lotus symphony be the first in line to show her fight
