I looked through their eyes,
I bled their blood fast,
I was their sacrifice too.
I believed in their lies,
that flowed like a flood past,
oh an all their "good" advice yeah true,
I heard their goodbyes,
an was dragged through the mud last,
an I lost my own "you",
Then there you were,
a wonderful change,
in the pattern of the weather,
an intoxicating scent wafts,
I see a bird with the SAME kind of feather,
I see-
my souls home flies,
in a soft lilac breeze,
on swift sweet vanilla skies,
it was then I knew for sure,
they must have heard,
my endless lovers cries.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
I looked through their eyes,
I bled their blood fast,
I was their sacrifice too.
I believed in their lies,
that flowed like a flood past,
oh an all their "good" advice yeah true,
I heard their goodbyes,
an was dragged through the mud last,
an I lost my own "you",
Then there you were,
a wonderful change,
in the pattern of the weather,
an intoxicating scent wafts,
I see a bird with the SAME kind of feather,
I see-
my souls home flies,
in a soft lilac breeze,
on swift sweet vanilla skies,
it was then I knew for sure,
they must have heard,
my endless lovers cries.
Ma Cherie © 2017
