Faery Outing

They whisper as I pass
like a man standing before a train
listening to the whirr of the wheels
of gentle, loving drops of rain

I wait with my dagger in hand
my belt a driven hide
I pick up the end of my dress
and walk into the twilight

what the sun and moon can't see
is that they're so in tune
that all the love they feel
doesn't leave them any room

and what I've found about dying
is that no one really knew your name
but as soon as your long gone
you get your day's worth of fame

and it's funny about people who
don't even bare they're own kind
is that they don't see humanity
through these accepting eyes

so while I am trying my best to keep my cool
to hold my head high and keep my smile cruel
offer up my posture
and leave the Hunter's they're jealousy in fumes
I bow my head to the Huntress in the mirror and walk out of a silken room

Cuz maybe I'm just crazy for partying with fae
who really don't want me
who only see a face
and maybe my eyes don't shine as much when I'm with him
but baby let me tell you
when he brings out the real me
it's the best I've ever been

so maybe you'll find me funny as I sit here on this lawn
talking to the firefly's and dancing in the dawn

that "yes I can see you, no I don't want to dance"
I'll smile for your ego but I already have a chance
no I don't need no saving cause that part of me is already dead
and I'll keep thinking about secret crowds
while playing in my head...