My hair is a wreck with the curls in my face,
My hands parting curtains made of pink lace,
My eyes burning blue with mascara so black,
I think of your glory in nothing you lack.
My tears fall like water free and unbridged,
I stare at the stars with everything to wish,
My nails chipped and broken the polish half gone,
Staring into the night praying for dawn.
My foot presses the pedal on my old piano,
As I whisper the words to a tune set so low,
Hearing your laughter thats stuck in my head,
I'm curled up crying alone on my bed.
Somethings wrong and I'm not sure what,
Then to top it all off I think I'm in love,
You're the only thing thats making me go on,
How can you be right in my world so wrong?
Your sweetness keeps me from going bad,
You silly jokes giveme a rest from being sad,
Your slow perserverance in bringing out me,
Like an opening rose for the world to see.
But I'm holding myself as tight as I can,
Not letting you touch me for you are a man,
My instincts afraid that you'll bruise my thin petals,
I'm so threadbare as it is and so very little.
Your intentions so sweet and born with the sun,
I'm convinced that you're the only one,
That could love me depite all that is wrong,
I'll remember your soft love forever and long. |
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