Mutiny missiling across my living room,
counting insults left and right.
Everything broken in sight,
waiting for it all to go out with a boom.
 

Hearts colder than the window-sill wall,
insulated by trust issues instilled by
a childhood not so full of lullaby,
I wait for my endless time left to crawl.
 

I'm a damsel in distress and I need
something to hold onto, baby.
Could you be that for me, maybe?
If only you had a noble stead.

Trains, planes, or automobiles, really--
I don't care as long as it gets me there.
I probably won't be able to help but stare,
I feel like you could really free me.
 

I want to break away from these hallowed walls,
embrace you and every fantasy that entails.
We could have a love that never fails,
we could be bigger than Niagra Falls.

DL