Better Days. Poem by Leah Ayliffe

I'm always dreaming of better days
under the sun.
Palm tree shades
I can be your cool baby,
You already know I'm crazy.
Black and silver bikini
Velvet Elvis on the beach,
I drink in the tequila like a drug
Like I drink up your kisses.
They make me feel alright
until the sky turns dark
and it's time to dress up again.

I write myself a good girl
though I come alive in the dark world
on the floor I love to shine
silver lights of the disco ball.
I'll be your midnight dancer
swaying to the beat of our hearts.
You act like it's nothing special
I'll pretend like it's the real deal
behind my guarded thoughts.

Here we are somewhere better
under the sun
barefoot, running,
playing like the bad side of Barbie & Ken.
You're such a passionate one
It's so electric when the sound of swing-sets ignite the memory
of lemonade and love.

I wonder if I'm trapped in your land
as I've brought you down into mine.
Once you're here you may get addicted to the chaos
that is both sharp as knives and sweet as honey.
I tend to make it look like a garden of roses,
so enchanting you all forget about the thorns that'll pierce your skin
like a tattoo, I'll bleed inside you for forever.
You can try to leave it all behind
but it wont be real.
You will nearly forget me.

Don't be mean, don't be cruel.
Shoot me that baby doll smile of heaven
and I can be happy for a lifetime in prison.
You don't need to say it,
scoop me up and I'm yours
the paradise of being wrapped in your arms, in your mind adored.

Hanging by the pizza shop after hours
your favourite place.
City lights and noises of strangers,
we are not alone, together.
You take my clothes off anyway.
Smile for the camera,
a pretty flash for a dream come true.
I've never felt so free until I shared a dance with you.

I like it best when I'm living life on the run,
in motion, in the fast lane
somewhat dangerously.
What do you say?
Let's run free about this whole sad beautiful world.
On the run, having fun, hide your gun...

In love.