You were a flower in a bouquet of thorns
A soothing whisper ‘mongst all the world’s scorns.
I thought not to have you would be a great sin,
But now I’m free from you, oh once darling Lynn.
Though the wasted hours pile high as a mountain,
I have found continuation.
You wore a golden smile with brushed golden hair
You seemed a chain breaker of my weary cares.
But oh once beloved Rebecca, you don’t know
How our parting left me ‘neath the undertow.
Though the wasted hours pile high as a mountain,
I have found continuation.
Oh, the plans I made for us, my dearest Anne
Have gone so awry for this mouse of a man.
Now we are no more, so what shall I do?
I must learn to walk on living life without you.
Though the wasted hours pile high as a mountain,
I have found continuation.
You knew how to hit and you knew how to miss
You knew how to imprint, oh once winsome Lyss.
But enough is enough; no more will I try
To have what is lacking: a 'love' that’s a lie.
Though the wasted hours pile high as a mountain,
I have found continuation.
No comments:
Post a Comment