Friday, August 15, 2008
41st Movement
A pink skirt, a beautiful smile
A short strut down the isle
A glance, an ignore
A fear of being a bore
Talking to an ass of a friend
While seeing your eyes that had no end
Threw in the towel, did not know why
Maybe because I was living a lie
You kept me waiting, you kept me wanting
You saw it through my eyes
It was not torment, it was not pain
It was a feeling unexplained
Give me amobarbital, or perhaps heroin
And maybe you can stop being my heroine
This means nothing, I understand
I'll just keep on writing your name on the sand
Labels: Inspiration?
Justin A.Faith on 8/15/2008 11:13:00 PM
