Siren

There it is, in front of me
The most dangerous sight to see
Just one look and I freeze
Brought down to my knees
Like a breath in cold air
It’s a temptation, it’s right there
Like glistening mist in the white
Dancing in golden sunlight
I try to grab onto it
Hold it in my palm if it will fit
To stay until the latest hour
But I don’t have that kind of power
So it’s slipping through my fingers
But the feeling lingers

Sugar Storm

A Cold And Fatal Takedown

There’s something in the snow
That keeps me warm
Somewhere in the cold
Something beneath my coat
Reminded of it every time
I pass that place
How I’ve been taken down
Tackled onto the ground
An elbow towards the hard ice
An endless sky
Then laughter as the flakes
Fall down and touch my face
Perhaps I had a bruise or two
A proper souvenir
And so I giggle every time
I think of that foe of mine

Klagosång

All it takes is your little song
A fleeting, simple melody
Far too brief and devastatingly sweet
Even in a state of dullness
The warmth creeps up to me
It draws me into confusion
And sets me back a decade
Or to whatever day it was
A hundred and something weeks ago
It’s all so hazy, when it happens so suddenly
There’s no getting used to it
The change of mood takes just a second
Before you know it, you’re hungry
Our minds rumbling, our stomachs empty
We want it now, yet now is not enough
So you’re determined to continue your commotion
While I sit and wait patiently
I cannot speak, your song is heartbreaking
Sweet little thing
What power you have over me
To make me remember so easily

Bored In The Cold

Slip

At times, I wish I were transparent
So I could slip away into the night
To steal something and make it mine
If only for a while
Sometimes I wish I had no name
I’d be a stranger to them all
You’d hear the whispers and the talk
But I’d come and go without shame
A simple girl, how fun I’d be
You could sneak away with me
To hide under a roof of stars
And write a tale, so heavenly

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