The daydreamer who seeks a little too much of that sugar rush.
ring around and sing aloud
the songs of sweet harmony—melodies
live like stars,
always burning—bright and blistering.
the angels come along and bring
me to safety—soft
and sweet pillows of cotton bliss
soak up my spirit, until I begin to fall
with the cooling rains.
love never tasted sweet, like summer tea—
but bitterness is a nice complement
to the highs of lust and greed, a reminder
for the daydreamer
who seeks a little too much
of that sugar rush.
the stars will shine
and the rains will pour—only teatime for
the heated souls:
and now, I take all sweetness
with a pinch of salt.