• A single kiss,
    Wakes Sleeping Beauty from the bed.
    The morning light,
    Wakes Juliet from the grave.
    A punch to the cheek of beauty,
    And she'll never wake again,
    She was silent,
    She was weird,
    She was never a friend.

    In your dreams;
    A smiling ghost.
    She'll pour the wine and make a toast,
    To everything she could have been to you,
    Drink up then walk away,
    You always do.

    Midnight whispers,
    Screaming and piercing.
    Kiss the girl who doesn't mean anything,
    And the jigsaw will fall into place,
    But once piece is missing...
    What a waste.