Stubborn like a child,
Yet a demeanor that sits so mild,
Smooth talking,
Careful walking,
And all I can do is smile.
A streak like Bonnie,
A love for Clyde,
She keeps me hooked,
To her I'm forever tied.
We wrote the great epics,
We fought the good fight,
When nothing was wrong,
Yet nothing was right,
We sat together and just painted the night.
It's funny how far you can travel,
If you hold on to the spool,
And still let yourself unravel.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
Stubborn like a child,
Yet a demeanor that sits so mild,
Smooth talking,
Careful walking,
And all I can do is smile.
A streak like Bonnie,
A love for Clyde,
She keeps me hooked,
To her I'm forever tied.
We wrote the great epics,
We fought the good fight,
When nothing was wrong,
Yet nothing was right,
We sat together and just painted the night.
It's funny how far you can travel,
If you hold on to the spool,
And still let yourself unravel.
