her hair flowed like a river dancing in the dim light of the room
her figure held secrets and whispers that came alive in the moon
her voice held the power of a volcano with the touch of a dream
she devoured me whole and swallowed my entire being
i held her tight that night and the next day she begged me to stay
she had these moments where i left and the games began to play
it was a competition that i wanted no part of for my own ambition
i wasnt second but i was top two and she only increased in friction
had me under the gun with the power of her umm
i recoiled to a place that i never showed the sun
it was the darkest of days but the brightest of nights she'll never know the joys of the static noise i followed the bond of the wrong and the places it took me then i took her there and was not something she could bear i dragged you down and we had to scratch our way out from under ground
now her touch is that of a mother and the look in her eyes is that of a lover
her voice is that of a mentor her figure is that of a struggle
her scars are proof that i exist and the fact that i do is the reason for our kids
now i see the growth it holds me close
of his birth was when you learned your worth