Lesbian Poetry

The Playground In Your Head

Did you ever love somebody that you knew you could never ever have?
Yet you run around day and night playin' in the playground in your head.

What do you do when it's all been said!?
Now they know about the playground in your head.

The looks change and the guard comes up and you can't come inside no more.
The pain flushes through like a hurricane-smashing against my wounded heart.

Can it change again to a better place?
Doesn't honesty count for anything anymore?

The heart plays tricks on the merry-go-round and it swings back and forth in the breeze.
Just take the heart out, throw it down on the ground and put the pain at ease.

If you can kill the heart-you can kill the pain.
Cause the heart quits feelin' like a hurricane-tossing to and fro in the wind.