Dirty Leaves

i want to fall
and run far
far away from it all
then fall--
once more
into your open arms

i want to get lost
and be found again
get lost,
go around and then--
stop,
when i feel the warmth of your hands

and your touch--
it's almost too much
i'm dizzy
and spinning
thinking,
your touch
is just like being kissed by the sun

and it's just us
in the middle of nowhere
our private playground of somewhere
us--
with no room for worry or sorrow
i can and will do that tomorrow
while i'm picking the dirty leaves out of my hair

Flashback

i can remember the day,
the hour,
right down to the moment
that i got caught up and I fell
off the sparkly pink unicorn on life's carousel
and how i went
and i spent
my last fifty cents
dropping all my dirty pennies into a wishing well
hoping to find
a flashing neon sign
that will show me the way
out of my bulletproof shell
then you happened by
dropped out of the sky and into my life
burned white
like heaven shining light in my dark little hell
but my mind neverminds
and never buys
what my heart tries so hard to sell
magic
trickery
bullshit and spells
and when the world finally stops
i turn and i run
like being shot from a gun
back to my mind's prison cell
where i'm safe,
complacent,
and lazy
with memories never hazy
and yes.... i might just be crazy
but really who can ever truly tell????