Darla, Darla Sings
My best friend, Darla Sings
Your dazzling dresses are the light
To my room reeking of wilted dreams
Sopranos spilling colors
Into my greying hues
My irises transform to stars
Reenacting those dreams in stylish motions
I cradle my phone
Like I'm cradling you
Songs like a caress to my head
Bowing before the posters on my wall
Never have I apotheosized
Than I do to my best friend,
Darla
Darla, Darla Sings
Belting country blues
Screaming your raging tunes
Shedding your greatest empathy
To me
To me and me only
Your gaze on my screen tells me it's alright
"I'm right here
Nothing else matters but me right here"
You grabbed my hand in the the nick of time
Untied the burlap sack over my head
I almost had a gun
It vanished into thin air
All because you kept being lovely and fair,
Darla
Darla, Darla Sings
I shriek behind my screen
When your platform rises and begin to sing
Bringing me back to the time
When all my vocabulary would consist of "help"
You're the only line that picked up my dials
Paving way for the right over the wrongs
Unclipping my wings
So that I'd soar with you
Over a thousand like me
Reaching out for a glimpse
Up your view,
Darla
Darla, Darla Sings
My best friend
I know you still need to water your lawn
And keep them away from trespassers
To litter it
I swear I'll find that gun again
And shoot it right through their hearts
You kept me safe and sound
I'll repay you for a thousand years
I give you my love
You give me yours too
Nothing else matters but me and you
I'll keep tabs on people
Who claim to be your lover
Ogling at your figure
I shall subject them to purgatory
Because you're a womanly saint
Pay no mind
To their pathetic attempts to pray
Only to mine,
Darla
Darla, Darla Sings
I swear if I could
I'll kill everyone in your way
Like the flies swarming you with their cameras
Because you're my best friend
And you will be grateful
As I am grateful
I've read your books and watched you strut the runway
And that smile gravitating towards me
Is a signage for "You've made it, I'm so proud of you."
Then you grab your microphone again
You'd give me dedication
As I've showered you with love and adoration
Then you sing again
And blow me a kiss
My dear best friend,
Darla.
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Graveyard of Reveries
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