I should keep some paper by the shower
That’s where I get the best words
Of all things I need to say to you
The circumstances I want to curse
You’re not the first best friend to break my heart
It has happened times before
I’ve given you a new start
Though you’ve hurt me times before
Why does the pain ache all through my bones?
It starts in my heart and works to my soul
Kind of like candy in a dirty old sock
The very next day, I’m the treat of a pox
Porcelain outlines draw tears on my face
You’ve trampled my heart all over the place
You lock me out cold, outside in the dart
Then you tell me your soul, and cause me to start
I’m afraid of the consequences rendered
Now to be faceless down in the mud
If only you would react as tender
Could we stop the decay of the flood?
The friendship we have is not but a riot
A candy cane serpent is drawing quite near
Sometimes I wish you’d trust me and try
The only thing holding me back is this fear.
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