Dreaming Tree

Talk to me. Want to talk to me. Think about me, remember me, send me messages for no reason, to let me know I didn't make a mistake with you. Worship me, just a little.

I can't do it any other way, I'm a coward and a romantic.

Or perhaps I like you in many more ways than I can say, at least out loud. Never to you.

Live with me.
I will keep you warm.

The Fate of the Fly

I am trapped in you
Like the foolish fly
and the golden amber
I know I'm a dead thing
But I can't fly away
In a million years perhaps
I will be a beauty too