You’re a raconteur, witty in your ways, people speak your praise.
But often specious words you say, that’s how you take your prey.
Officiously you guide my day, telling me which way to stay. So you can feel you are enough, beyond my reach, just out of touch.
But nobody knows what’s beneath, your arcane ways where you snarl, sink your teeth. Incisive in your approach, but only on the surface beneath that you gloat, shrouded in your technicolored fancy make-believe coat.
We don’t know where we’re going, just like stardust we’re still floating in the air.
But my heart it’s still beating has the resin on my heart strings from you there. It’s so unfair.
Was only such a short time, full of ups and downs like waves across the sea, but boy weren’t the highs higher than any mountain I’ve ever seen.
I hope some day we look back on our times & laugh at just how silly that we were. To almost put this spark out, with our head strong ways and darling if you please…
Can i introduce myself now to the man that I was too scared to really see.