I met a story teller, one stormy night,
She stopped me and I listened,
...was Of the convincing type..
She told me a story,
I'd never heard before
of a girl and a boy and the title she wore
The story teller explained how they'd been in a fight,
how she'd lost her wits and been clumsy one night
nothing should mask your love for me...
As she told this love story,
She seemed to glow,
so many emotions I don't want her know
and explained how their love outlasted it all
How their lives still made sense after
...I Watched her slip..And fall...
The narrator seemed heavy,
with emotion filled signs
that an apology was not enough...not Even close this time..
And as she moved along, I heard her voice crackle up..
The story she told seem to leave her heavily stuck
in the mind trap I built, when I casually showed up..
This pair you see, she made it sound so real,
go back to that place, to allow wounds to heal
determined to fight, she won't win tonight *
He controlled even the thoughts she hid deep in her mind
And more then once left her hanging on lips they always find
*she's thriving on the fire burning hot with desire..
he talked and she listened, putting her thoughts on a mission
Forgetting the plot, her story trailed off..
if she would just say those words... 3 simple words...
She listened to the boy, tried retaining it all,
but couldn't help wondering how planned was this call
you're here, you see, that's more then I need..
All along she assumed what the boy always knew,
but he strung her along, leaving less obvious clues
they don't even like her, no one knows her like I do..
She lays stuck in his trap, as the rain slowly taps
The view seems forgotten from behind foggy glass
I'm going to make this one linger, longer then the last
She tells him she loves him, but that much he knew
she longs to be held, not broken and used
I remember all her tricks, but this power is new...
She doesn't want to leave but he's got what he needs
And again she lays empty overcome with defeat
knocked her straight off her naked feet...
The story tellers emotions, changed noticeably so,
and the tears that were falling fell silently slow
she pulls again at the tearing rope
She tells how the girl felt remarkably aware
How the boy seemed to watch, borderline stare
I will keep a tally of her wrongs and title revenge as "Fair"
She longs to break free of the hold that he keeps
Praying some day she'll find a heart on a sleeve
I'll always have her heart, she wouldn't dare to leave
The story goes on, explains the who's where's and how longs
Recaps similar instances, where emotions seemed calm
this isn't right, it all feels wrong..
The story teller begins to plead, she really wanted me to see,
how much this girl had loved this boy, and how she prayed he'd set her free.
make her understand, I only want what best for me...
Her tears, they dry, still silent and slow,
leaving cheeks lightly dampened by a salty glow
*I don't love you too, I really don't miss you, and by the way, they all hate you.