V1:
In the wake of your stubborn strides
I clutch at thorns in a scalding scorn
Blistered skin corrodes my pride
And leaves me resting in high-tides
V2:
My bronze skinned goddess frowns
over flows and ebs past my rippled head
Watermarks splatter my tarnished crown
emerging highs at depths to drown
Chorus:
So let my heart be hardened
A bastian in the rains
You Wash your bloody face and hands
and martyr me with tender grace
Bridge:
Her hourglass figure turns timely away
With goodly ideas in effective due time
and to your face, the smile she'll display
flays the skin and bone from my mottled remains
V3:
Brooding cries mark
V1:
Her breath bathes my lips and face
Like weeks of upkept tension
that reeks of rose and staunch tequila
with just a hint of lichen
V2:
Upon her brain a haze of red
Mulling over muddled ends
The ragged suitcase rears its head
again I beg her not to leave
V3:
The robes hang and mark her haste
pleading with my muse to stay
I wrap my arms around her waist
but still she leaves me cold
Chorus:
Linda's blouse and rumpled coat
drape my aged purple couch
with legs and thighs that tempt my throat
and eyes to stain the walls
Eloquence and words of rhyme
I'm captive at her beck and call
She breaks my spirit's final time
and clam
They said we won't make it,
but little do they know
since always and forever
we have a place in each others hearts'.
We had our tiffs
and they wrote us off.
Knowing both you and I
did they think our love would ever fade.
We have a stronger bond now
and yet many will place their bets
for how many more months
will you and I remain this way.
Many of those who we call a friend
will stay until they are happier than you,
but when they see they can't hurt you with their joys
they turn around and leave.
I've learned a lot this past one year,
and I'm glad that I've come to understand,
It's easier to walk away from such friends