Marvellous to Me, 3rd Draft

Can you imagine if Pietro and Lorna 
Dane got together.
It would be like
"You can't catch me, I'm too fast so
Why do you try when you can never keep up?"
So maybe
I'm just saying maybe
Maybe we should slow things down...

Or pretend Colossus and Kitty Pryde
Well, made it work together, or tried
It'd be like
"My strongest grip can't hold you
You're slipping right out of my hands
But still you get through
Every defence that I ever had,"
So maybe 
I'm just saying maybe
Maybe we should just be friends.

But I wish you knew
Wish you could see
You're marvellous to me
You always were
Always will be
Marvellous to me.
To me
You're marvellous to me...

Gambit and Rogue tried to work it out
Though he
He couldn't touch her and if he tried,
Well she -
She would kill him like you're killing me.
So maybe -
Baring a miracle maybe
Maybe we should just stay fiction.

But I wish you knew
Wish you could see
You're marvellous to me
You always were
Always will be
Marvellous to me.
To me
And though I know
We will never work
You'll always be
Marvellous to me.
To me
You're marvellous to me...

 

Marvellous to Me, Second Draft - with Singing!

Imagine if Pietro and and Lorna 
Dane got together.
It would be like
"You can't hit me, I'm too fast and
Can you imagine standing behind the 
slow guy at the atm forever?
...and you remind me of my dad".

Or pretend Colossus and Kitty Pryde
Well, made it work together, or tried
It'd be like
"My strongest grip can't hold you
You're slipping right out of my hands
But still you get through
Every defence that I ever had, so maybe
Maybe we should just stay friends".

But I wish you knew
I wish you could see
You're marvellous to me
You always were
You always will be
Marvellous to me.

Gambit and Rogue tried to work it out
Though he
He couldn't touch her and if he tried,
Well she -
She would kill him like you're killing me.
So maybe -
Baring a miracle maybe
Maybe we should just stay fiction.

But you're
Marvellous to me
You were always were
You've always been
Marvellous to me.
I wish you knew
I wish you'd believe
You're marvellous to me.

You asked me to look you in the eye
but like 
cyclops without his visor
I can't do that
You don't want that
But still
You should believe

You're marvellous to me
You always were
You always will be
Marvellous to me
Even though I know
We will never work
You're still marvellous to me
To me
You'll always be
Marvellous to me.
You can hear me singing it here.

That Little Jump

I'm unhappy
and I'm waiting for you
I'm about to give up on you
But you say just right the thing
and you pull me back in

and I hate that little jump of hope
every time I get out, it pulls me right back in

Suddenly I'm happy and I'm singing
maybe this time....
maybe this time

maybe this time I'll win.


I don't like this so much.  It's a bit forties, the lyrics don't flow well, and I swear it's not quite original.

There's a bit of the brain

There's a bit of my brain
that's mostly sane
and it tries to save me
from myself
There's a bit of my brain
that's still a bit sane
and it's fighting a war
against itself

Similar to "They're coming to take me away".

Marvellous to Me OR Pun Intended

Imagine if Pietro Maximoff
And Lorna Dane got together.
It'd be like
"You can't hit me, I'm too fast
Can you imagine standing behind the slow guy at the atm forever?
You remind me of my dad".

Or pretend Colossus and Kitty Pryde
Made it work together, or tried
It'd be like
"All my strength can't hold you
You slip through my tightest grip
You get through my defences like no one else
Maybe we're better apart".

And it's like
I'm sorry I ran
I'm sorry I couldn't catch you
I'm sorry I tried to keep you
But you're marvellous to me.

Gambit and Rogue tried to work it out
Though Remy couldn't touch her and she -
She'd kill him if he got too close
Like you're killing me.
So, baring a miracle, maybe -

Maybe we should just stay fiction.

And it's like
I'm sorry I wanted to touch you
When you kept warning me "no"
I'm sorry I couldn't leave you
When you warned me, and told me to go
Don't you know?
You're marvellous to me
You've always been
Marvellous to me.

This little fragment might fit in somewhere too;

you asked me to look you in the eye
but I'm like cyclops without his visor
you don't want that,
trust me

Original Draft of Nobody Died, After All

The sun still sets over land and sea.
The wind still blows, the rain still falls
You are no longer in love with me
But nobody died, after all.

The world remains, though I heave a sigh
You heart no longer answers to my call
I can no longer reach you, however I try
Still, nobody died after all.


When I am I and no longer we
When my heart no longer rises but merely falls
When you turn your back to me
A part of me dies after all.

Tragic Limerick

I wish you all the best
though you tore my heart from my chest
and ate it while it was still beating
Metaphorically speaking
And an empty shell's what's left

Nobody Died, After All

The sun still rises
The world still turns
you said you didn't love me any more
and it hurt like acid burns
but nobody died, after all.

I get through the day
Faking a smile
you tore my heart from my chest,
and ate it while it was still beating
Metaphorically speaking
but nobody died, after all.

The moon waxes and wanes
like your love for me
you took away my favourite drug
the world doesn't make sense any more
I think a part of me died, after all.

Twenty Thousand Dollar Bills - first page, draft

She woke up knowing there was someone beside her. She knew it was sure as you know that water will be wet or that the sun will warm your skin. She was sure right up until she reached out, and her arm passed straight through common air.

Suddenly awake, she sat up. She was lying in the top half of a bunk bed, with a backpack at her feet. Looking around the room, she saw two other similar bunks and two doors. All of the beds were empty, and the sunlight through the wind showed it to be late morning.

She felt a sense of unease, like she was waiting for another shoe to drop. Her heart ached with longing and despair for something she couldn't quite name. And her throat really, really hurt. She swallowed saliva, which did nothing to soothe her throat before unzipping the bag and hunting for a bottle of water. Her hand found it, almost by instinct, and she gulped greedily. It helped, a little.

Picking up the backpack, she climbed out of bed and tried one of the doors. It opened into a bathroom.

Her face in the mirror was pinched and pale. It was pretty enough, with dark eyes and curly dark hair wild around her face. Her skin was a little olivey, and the bags under her eyes were as dark and purple as bruises.

Sighing, she brushed her teeth with a travel toothbrush she found in her bag and climbed into the shower. The water felt amazing. She hadn't realised how badly her body was aching until she'd stepped into the flow.

Desperately trying to stave off thought, and knowing that no one was sleeping, she began to sing. She started softly at first, building up to a louder belt on the chorus. She loved to sing. She loved the sounds felt moving through her mouth, how expressive the music was. She loved that she could lose herself in it.

She felt sad, suddenly, almost as if she wanted to cry. She wanted to do...something. She wanted something in her life that was lacking, something she had no words for, no conception of, but wanted desperately none the less. The powerlessness of the position angered her, and she sang more loudly to drown the feelings out.

Finally, sung out, she stepped out of the shower and began to dress. She had nothing more to do but face the facts, which was that she had no idea who or where she was.