She gave me the key to my heart.
And unlocked a beautiful work of art.
She opened a path to my soul.
And allowed me to share my words so bold.
She made me go without.
And forced my mind to live on doubt.
She crushed me with a click.
Then made me ponder if love could stick.
She dumped me out like trash.
A friend I thought. Emotions crashed.
My worth to me, such a volatile thing.
But my dreams won’t die. My dreams. My dreams… my dreams.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I