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I will stay 18-05-05I will stay by *Marenne
I will stay
What would you say if I took a pen;
if I wrote all over your walls:
"I don't care", I don't care at all.
Not what other people say, or you,
me - when every doubt falls through -
I will stay, because we can't say
that it will always remain this way.
And I will stay, because we both know:
perfectly boring doesn't suit me at all.
So let us tumble, and if we fall;
I do care - I'd love to feel it all.
And I will stay with you - in any way.
Because I choose to do so,
consciously.
What would you say if I took a pen;
if I wrote all over that wall:
"I want to know more", now tell it all.
And let your laughter he
It hurts 02-05-12It hurts by *Marenne
It hurts
Let go of me;
I thought I asked you not to touch me,
I thought I told you that it hurts.
Now in this corner I can't breath
because you will never let me run and
I cannot do anything but be held down
while you tell me that I'm worth it.
Well, I wonder how this helps.
In this corner I can't breath
because you hold me down 'til I surrender
all of my control.
Its always been my skin
in between my mind and reality, so;
you and your body - and your arms -
and your shoulder - and your words;
you are getting way too close to me;
way to close to fall asleep, and yet,
and yet, I do.
I never thought you'd dig
right
''It's okay...'' 29-04-12''It's okay...'' by *Marenne
It's okay
because I'm still blown away
by every single thing you say;
like on the day when we first met -
talking poetry - on the internet.
We talked about the fire dance
and nobody else ever knew
what that really meant.
It's okay
I still see you the same way
as on the night when I was high
for the very scary first time.
With you, 'cause I trusted you
and I wanted to hold your hand
every single second -
but was way too scared to try.
It's okay
because I still feel that way
like on the bus-stop benches,
and at the train-station goodbyes.
When I didn't want to go home
but we both have busy lives.
And so I wanted
Home 20-04-2012Home by *Marenne
Home
Maybe I could show you
the baby lambs walking on the land
through those wide open spaces here,
searching to reflect in me.
And then I'd point you to the beaches
where I'd dig around for shells for hours;
so slowly and so patiently
like the way that I grew up.
I wonder if could lead you there
where the three bridges cross each other.
They dampen screams and absorb tears
and yet never turn out wiser.
There's a house here, down the street from me
that I wish that you could see.
It's where I spend a few days happy
with my back-up family.
I thought I'd show you all the places
that define my home inside my heart
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