Loose connection

Blue clouds circle angry bays
the water , angry floods the towns
A draught of peace brings to shame
The unrest of the wars that came
A world that's smaller than the earth
is dwelled by a little girl that's me
and a naughty boy with curly hair
whose love has finally set me free
Lies in my eyes, and in his eyes
a thirst of longing which is so strong
we cannot kiss, we cannot touch
 cause we are told that this is wrong
 the blood has dribbled down my wrists
i have fought with angry, hurtful fists
the smile had stayed to fool the world
but now i am  bare to face the dirt.
of doing that the things i want to do
of being the one i want to be
of saying and doing what is not right for them
i pay the price i had not foreseen