Honeysuckle

conspiring to use me for my childhood fantasies.
my brand is your commercial reality.
my smile of thorns your vehicle.
come ride along
i'll be your hobby pony for a song.
they said that i was blinded all along
my ice cream heart will choke you full.

my milquetoast bland.
foolish childish countenance and then
i rear up just to be trampled down again my needy friend.
what i bleed i hope tastes honeysuckle sweet.

my lying eyes.
i saw stilted perversion and surmised
a new hope we featherbedded with your lies.
i hope your dreams are very sweet.
your beauty crown.
my prideful flesh will never live it down.
i hope my fatal witness gets around.
and makes this mockery complete.

aspiring to bleed me for my yet unspoiled wheat.
to crop me as you would a field of dreams.
i hope the trodden are your stairs.
come nestle down.
i heard they visited from miles around.
can you watch me dance when you're beneath the sound?
i doubt you've left someone who cares.