She walks with lust as her shoes,
Envious touch aimed to abuse,
The man that is.
But her shoes were made for walking.
She kisses with lips that burn holes in souls.
Oh, jealous woman
And each is worth gold.
But, after that kiss my soul is still aflame,
My soul on fire,
My soul aflame.
She called me a liar,
And gave me the blame,
And I just can't wait to hear her voice.
Oh envious girl,
My bride to be,
My entire world,
My fruitless tree,
She speaks to me
Melodiously.
And I am but a fool.
She is worth the wait
A big mistake
But I will do whatever it takes
To feel her wrapped up in my hand.
I am just a man and she is my girl.
My fruitless tree,
My entire world,
So burn me.
Burn me till I am cold.
Please tell me what you think...
Comments
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poetic, thnks.
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"My fruitless tree" I loved that line. I just love the idea of that with the mood of this piece. I like the honest sound of your words.
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