Waxing and waning like the phases of the moon are my emotions for you Back and forth like the ocean on the warm sand Crazy is how you drive me but the cycle goes on Gravitational pull on my heart refuses to relieve me
Hostile nights and anguished days Bottled up and thrown to the sea Minor to cease the major Poor little tortured soul whatever will you do? Now that no one loves you.
Waste away with want caramel-ed skin and chestnut eyes Tortured through thoughts rough hand and judging glances Need and want no distinguishes Rigid and brisk No longer the same. No longer mine.