She is both,
hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste,
depends on how you,
treat her.

I could build you a fortress,
Drape you like the moon does the sea.
But without the real you to know,
We are just the color of an empty fantasy.

Something we think of?
Something we need?
Time knows all the answers,
Especially the present portrayed
In these shaded words of please.

It takes two hands to make a strong hold.
Inside the grasp the ink unfolds.
Two touches to erase the long winter’s night.
One lover’s moon ‘til
One morning’s light.

Could anyone really advise us which path should
we choose in life? What kind of wisdom dictates us
to make the right choice?
What is right and what is wrong?
In this mixed up world choosing right from wrong is
not easy. We can't just go by someone else's rules.
If we let ourselves be controlled like this we just
become a mere shadow following someone's moves
that can't make decisions of its own.
We only hope to live by our rules as everything happens
for a reason and our destiny slowly takes form.
Try to remember that the stronger the light the darker the
shadow.

I put out my dead cigarette,
And suddenly inhale her fragrance, her scent,
It brings back memories of mistakes, broken promises,
Like a half read book of time badly spent.

Her forlorn cries masked as innocence,
Play back in my nostalgic mind,
The tears streaming down her rosy cheeks,
Remind me of the truth I must find.

The truth she had hidden in the locket of her heart,
Of which she forgot to mention I hadn't the key,
Yet still my work was continuous for her love,
That another woman had claimed before me.

I feel my spine shudder violently,
As these are moments I'd rather forget,
The half read book of mistakes, broken promises, badly spent time,
Remind me of you, my only regret.