“I met her in the shadow”…

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She’s standing at the crossroads…
Doesn’t know which way to choose…
She feels backed into a corner…
No matter what, she’ll lose…
Does she stick or does she twist…
In this simple game of life…
Should she follow the right path…
Or keep left, dancing with the knife…

And a life filled with danger…
Where his forbidden lips call…
Up on the mountains edge…
Knowing that she may fall…
Whilst risking everything…
Ignoring all common sense…
And into his lusting arms…
In a life of such pretence…
 
Where everything feels different…
And her senses come alive…
Where electricity flows through her veins…
She needs this feeling to survive…
She craves his lips upon her…
She wants him deep inside…
She knows it’s wrong and sinful…
But without him she would die…

But she fights a constant battle…
With all her conscience voices…
On her shoulder, sat in judgement…
And mocking all her choices…
Making her feel guilty…
And underlining all her sins…
In between this rock and stone…
There is no way she can win…

Now she’s at the crossroads…
There is no right way to choose…
No escape from this dark corner…
It’s either love or lust she’ll lose…
And therein lies the twist…
In this simple game of life…
Because she simply needs both…
To feel whole, to feel alive…

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“Waiting for a perfect man and a perfect kiss”…

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Please don’t wait for me…
Why can’t you see…

That I was never the one…
Who was to become your Sun…

Adding warmth and light…
Into your daily fight…
Becoming entwined within your life…

Or keep you company…
And try to act funny…
When you are low and grumpy…

Or pick you up off the floor…
When you can’t take any more…
And your crying eyes are so sore…

I’m just not that man…
I simply take what I can…

And then run away…
Till the night becomes day…
Ignoring the words that you say…

Your desperate pleas…
Whilst you are on your knees…

They all fall on deaf ears…
As I begin to disappear…
With a head full of fear…

And doubt…
I don’t know why,
or what it’s all about…

But it’s something I carry…
Leaving me quite contrary…

Pulled in different directions…
As I look at my reflection…
And the growing collection…

Of myself and the versions…
Who seek out diversions…

And total distraction…
Trying to provoke a reaction…

Feeding off the thrill…
The chase and the kill…
Till the hunger is fulfilled…

Then I move on…
To some other’s song…
And I know this is wrong…

But it’s the way I progress…
In this game of chess…
And life’s fucking great mess…

It’s simply self-preservation…
Risking eternal damnation…
Whilst understanding your frustration….

At my lack of commitment…
And acting like an infant…
But it’s where we are different….
And I have remain distant…

So do not wait for me…
Don’t wail like a banshee…
Or carve our initials in a tree…

Because I’ll never be the one…
I don’t deserve your Sun…
As we never really begun…

To love…

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