Tuesday, May 11, 2010

RETIRED THE PURSE

I die at the sight of you
Every time
Those evil eyes
Suck me in
Chew me up
Spit me back out
Wrapped around your fingers
Again and again
Wound so tight
Ribbons and twine
Cut the circulation
Reintroduce us
Two lovers
One time, one pass
Are we but friends?

From Jesus and the devil
Who misses the Heavens above
He cries from below
Toward the high he might have been
Can you kiss this pain
Hear my hurt
Kills me inside
To know I was not
The first, the last
For the better
Only for the worse

How quickly to run
Away from me
Once I've retired the purse
And you know it'll never change