That White Devil,
shiny
and pristine,
has she stolen you,
torn you from me?
Sweet-talking you,
ripping you from my grasp?
I know she has
your attention,
there's no denying that.
But at night,
when my eyes
close,
will you be
beside
me,
or will the scent of her
fill your nose,
as you follow her
off into the dark?
Will her promise
of happiness
fulfill
your every wish?
I know her song.
I've heard it
with
my own ears, long,
long ago.
She lit my soul,
took me by the hand
to dance,
to spin
in the wind,
play
in the rain -
She mesmerized me -
But in the morning when I woke,
she was gone,
just
as she will do to you,
and then,
what will you do?
Come home to me?
No.
You can try,
come to me by the light,
but I will have found
my sturdy ground
to walk upon without you.
I will start
anew
again,
don't forget I can -
I can hold it down
without your hand.
I walked alone once,
and I'll do it again.