You liked the song
I should have guessed
Hidden like pidgeon forums tangled with the rest
You care for blues
Carved in the hearts
Barbed wire wrestled babes held searching for their arts
You like me tall
I like you small
Mangy hair tattoos and strong attitude akin to those who suffer as if they hold nothing dear to lose
I know
all this
You hear me honest
You caused this distant feeling dreadful
tonic
I needed one to line my back
You were to be grown attached
Though a stalker I have never been, you make me think on this again
Perhaps this changed in the mention
I will leave now
If you wish, alone
I fear not the pain of losing this soul
I've never known
You can seem
I can shout
You will wish to leave before this clouted storm runs it's course
I will be torn
Though hidden from in Athena's gaze
Of this
I know, but wish you not