Has never been a sensation

I could take any pleasure in

I can't survive on the air

Way up there on your pedestal

It's unbreathably thin

Don't weep over shining locks of hair

Stolen whilst I sleep, peaceful and unaware

Don't watch me with that lazy smile

That says no moment could be finer

That says I make your life worthwhile

I am not a masterpiece

Not painted on canvas, not porcelain or china

I am not a work of art

I'm freckled skin and blood filled veins

And an ever beating heart

Also: I did a castlist! Yay me. It's fairly extensive but it took my all bloody evening, so you better go read it. Now! Click the "keep the people you love close" link to read.

< - >

* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to