I'm a wanderer, a nomad...I do
|She wakes up in the late afternoon
Her makeup still on from the night before
She runs to the mirror, fixes it up
She tends to know what the day holds in store...
She's lonely in the nights cold air
Wishing for her love to come to her rescue
He makes her feel like a cowards opposite
He makes her want to be alive.
She stares at the sky in an appreciative balance
Telling the Mother she is alright
She wishes she could make everything better
But she feels so small compared to all of the trouble she's caused.
She embraces love as a holieness
But sins against it like a disgruntled catholic
She hates with a passion only others can dream about
She hates her self most of all.
If she were to shed a tear for every love she's lost
Her tears would last a lifetime
If she were to smile for each happy day
Her smiles would last a brief moment
She cries for herself, she cries for others
Only one thing can stop the tears from flowing
She crucify's herself for the one she loves
While he drives the nails into her heart
She lives for others
Not for herself
Would they be this strong without her?
She smiles only in darkness' shadow
Just to have the light shine on her face....
For all these reasons and more
He knows he loves her
He tries her patience
He tries her temper
She still stands by him
She still can see him
She's the one he loves
He's the one she worships.....
*This is still yet another work in progress...so please bear with me P.S. I'm still working on the title, it's not the final decision, so any suggestions you can give would be much appreciated!
"It was my love that did us both to death. " -Sylvia Plath