I pulled the trigger on our love as it died
And you can fall softly in all tears I cried

Hear the galloping feet behind you
Feel the weight of pounding rain
Endure alone as I endured with you
Have you ever really known pain?

See the spoils of ungracious rage
As we call each other names
Righteous tears and holes in walls
Knowing you are the one to blame

You never saw your smoking gun
The battle is over and you have won

The tears that fall
Are not your heart’s betrayal
But mark in remembrance
That falling at all is
Only temporary sufferance
And a hearts lesson eternal

In the wisp of an old tune
Lost in bird song,

With the delicate sway
In the willow sister's branches,

When first light is winking
Off the petals morning dew,

Through the lost wind's
Whispers and moans,

Alone amidst nature
Love's nature lives.

Your fine bespoken suit, hand and glove
A perfect fit, we are in love.

My blue Hellenic dress, now threadbare
It fell apart, but we didn’t care.

It’s all unraveling, as we cling to a thread
Taken for granted and now it’s dead.

It's just a simple line
Written in a valentine
Will you still be mine?
Even after all this time
Our love still genuine

The smell of babies breath
Curly petals and velvet feathers
Cupid's sweet kisses
Heaven comes after death

When you love someone
Who's heart belongs to another,
Be it to the sea or some other cruel siren,
Remember not to anchor
Your hopes and dreams to the shore
For they will surely be ripped out
As your loves' teather breaks
Through your carefullytied knots
When they finally sets sail

Which do you think
Would hurt less
Living a terrible lie
Or dying over the truth?
These past five years
I am the definition of both
And they slowly numbing
My will to care
Who gets hurt in the end.

A moment of clarity
Painfully beautiful
She prays to see
The beauty of it soon
For the pain is more
Than she can bear
Alone once more

Waiting for the rain,
In the stifling drought
It has scorched us all
But some more deeply
The rain dancer
Prays for it's swift death
And tries not to fear
The storm that will follow
In it's death there may be
Rebirth of something new
And beautifully free,
After all it's damage
Is finally washed away
and she dances in the rain

I have tied your soul to mine,
With constriction knots in mooring rope,
So you can never float away from me.