Lonely Lady
I walk through the dangling door, finding her rough and dirty. As though many men and women traveled her body, and explored her lands. I came out to see her, to hug her, to kiss her… A smell of dandelions in the air. The hint of grass on her hands. Her stare, told all, her need for love and the pleasures that made her thirsty.
I was crazy to want her, to hold her, to know her, all over again She is my lady, as I am her never-ending Knight. Memories of youth, travelled her face, as butterfly wings brushed her cheeks Patience her virtue, myself ready for any fight
The ignorance of youth made us fall in love then.
It started in the ripe years of adolescence We sat on the twisted tree branch, unsure of what to do.
I was merely a boy, she was just a girl.
Staring at the moon, unsure of what to say, something inside brew The art of conversation slipping through my mouth, my mind with no sense.
I never felt this before, she made me feel. Our lonely hands crawling to each other, lovers by destined rights
I just wanted to feel, to know her; that was all I wanted
As kids, it was simple, no arguments, and no fights. Not a fist rose to her face, no one broke her pride, make her kneel.
In this room, I stood looking at her ravaged body, weak from all the thrashing Pain is what I felt, standing over her now. All I want now is her to make me feel as she once did. My spirit crushed, hope in her eyes, crying, the ring still on, the reminder of her broken vow. I didn’t want to weep for her, unzipping my pants, her hopes went crashing.
I took what she owed me, every time I grabbed her head I reminded her of my love, her devotion every time she cried I kept going, harder, watching as her spirit died. I did not stop. Hours went by until I stopped; my tears had nowhere to hide I walked out the dangling door, leaving her rough and her spirit dead.
I was crazy to want her, to hold her, to know her, all over again She is my lady, as I am her never-ending Knight. Memories of youth, travelled her face, as butterfly wings brushed her cheeks Patience her virtue, myself ready for any fight
The ignorance of youth made us fall in love then.
It started in the ripe years of adolescence We sat on the twisted tree branch, unsure of what to do.
I was merely a boy, she was just a girl.
Staring at the moon, unsure of what to say, something inside brew The art of conversation slipping through my mouth, my mind with no sense.
I never felt this before, she made me feel. Our lonely hands crawling to each other, lovers by destined rights
I just wanted to feel, to know her; that was all I wanted
As kids, it was simple, no arguments, and no fights. Not a fist rose to her face, no one broke her pride, make her kneel.
In this room, I stood looking at her ravaged body, weak from all the thrashing Pain is what I felt, standing over her now. All I want now is her to make me feel as she once did. My spirit crushed, hope in her eyes, crying, the ring still on, the reminder of her broken vow. I didn’t want to weep for her, unzipping my pants, her hopes went crashing.
I took what she owed me, every time I grabbed her head I reminded her of my love, her devotion every time she cried I kept going, harder, watching as her spirit died. I did not stop. Hours went by until I stopped; my tears had nowhere to hide I walked out the dangling door, leaving her rough and her spirit dead.