My friends say you are a “Smoke Show” because you are so smoking hot. But you are smoke and mirrors, illusions and delusions, tricks, lies, slight of hand, falsehoods and filters. Yet behind the mask lies substance few others have seen that I truly adore.
The dawn awakens the world Like you awoke my soul And forced me to write, A slave to my muse.
Our friendship is conditional: Stop sabotaging it and yourself. Our relationship was transactional: You got what you wanted. But my love? My love is still unconditional.
When you seduced a rogue And had him turn from his ways You thought him merely a prize. But from that first pogue to the last of his long days he will be a slave to your eyes.
The air grows cool The sky grows dark I feel a chill too Like when I lost your heart.
You scream trauma Whilst denying and lying Dying.
I run for health for challenge for fun. Why do you run from love?
Rocking here, in my chair As the darkness closes in I remember your bright eyes and hair And your endless darkness within.
When you feel like giving in Remember that quitting is a sin. Do not be afraid of doing what is right, Do not fear to walk in the light.
You were given everything – – – And you treat it like nothing.