Kristen (The Love Lost On A Girl)

I didn't write these. My friend Kristen Winslow did. I arranged them and put them to music. I love them.

A little girl
Shoes untied
Graceless
She sat in that plum tree
Writing down her dreams
Hoping tonight wouldn’t hurt
Bearing the burden

of a secret pain
Lost beneath a raging storm
Wanting so badly to fly away
Eyes that hide it all

She weeps for relief that
Never comes
Each bruise a reminder
Of the love lost on a girl

Cradled the world in her hands
Giving more of herself than she had
Broken by times that forgot

Her innocence taken by the night
She pastes a smile on
Trying so hard to hold onto the good

She weeps for relief that
Never comes
Each bruise a reminder
Of the love lost on a girl

Life breaks her faith
Pieces of childhood
Washed away
Unknown to the rest
She closes those beautiful eyes
And prays morning will bring
A calm silence

She weeps for relief that
Never comes
Each bruise a reminder
Of the love lost on a girl
Of the love lost on a girl

To lose herself in..

Targeted, Locked & Shot (Cupid's Casualty)

This love is a burden, A heavy parasite
whose saliva releases a toxic joy
Drunk, i stumble, my feet catching my fall
S laming my head into everything, thinking i'm ok

And if God has scripted this scene
Where our heroine is approached by a commoner
who attempts to swoon her with verbiage so verbose
But her hero's lines have yet been read.

I wonder if these feelings are beyond my control
That if being in love means I'm a victim
Targeted, locked, and shot. Cupid's casualty
Casually concealing my confession-my crush.

I will write sonnets, Compose and conduct
Symphonies of naked, choirs of authentic truth
Chanting my love songs and odes to your grace
Yet I fear you do not like my music.

I wonder if these feelings are beyond my control
That if being in love means I'm a victim
Targeted, locked, and shot. Cupid's casualty
Casually concealing my confession-my crush.

If I were to admit these admirations
compelled to abandon my asylum
I'd surely be awaiting annihilation
By the rejection in your eyes

Why does this feeling refuse to retire?
Conviction convinced, yet a coward
Shuddering at the thought of negation
For what if you do not love me?

I wonder if these feelings are beyond my control
That if being in love means I'm a victim
Targeted, locked, and shot. Cupid's casualty
Casually concealing my confession-my crush.