Twigs On A Tree

If I allowed you to break me one more time, Would you refuse in regretful sorrow, Or follow through and laugh as I cry? All of the days I let you borrow, The ways I felt in midnight haze Forever clung to a promised tomorrow. When twilight arrives, I watch the waves And recall your voice when you left me there— Alone in the lake we used to wade. Do you still remember the scent of my hair? Does the falling snow bring back all your lies, Your biting claims and frozen stare?`

i felt your scarlet rain bursts of color in my midnight life the explosions of your voice like fireworks in the sky a futile chase, your trail of lies lost in the cornfields of unethical hope

I’ll never forget nor regret the shame. The pawn I was made, the girl you had played. In the bed where I lay, I’m never the same; I know you’re to blame, but I so loved the game. Eternal flame, a tether, a chain— My lips, your name, in springtime rain. The soul you had slain, your callous raid; A light you let fade, a heart left unclaimed.