::: Pop Tart :::

[gnutmeg]

for the record, I am not a pop tart
you only wish I were so quick
and sweet and simple

flat as the moon
this self-prescribed exile
I am a voyeur of your life
not your friend

I dreamt I heard you talking behind my back
that explains
the ringing in my ears

time slides over my skin like oil
I think I've missed it or maybe it missed me
falling from my finger tips
sticky-sweet sabotage

for the record, I'm still not your pop tart
you suddenly wish I weren't so quaint
and suite and sinful

Comments

[lauraorganasolo.livejournal.com]

Full of intrigue and vaguely reminiscent of internet life. I love the entirety of the second stanza. Neat.

[gnutmeg.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I must admit part of that idea came from reading my LJ flist. ;)