i think it's both funny and sad
you assumed i'd come running back
the way you manipulate the truth
expecting my will to bend to yours
like a tree bowing to the winds of a mighty hurricane
i learned what it's like to find a love
that flows steady and strong like the river
and now i can look back
at the girl who used to be
and know the woman today
is too strong to fall back
into arms so much like the rose
- beautiful and tempting to the eyes,
but concealing rows of thorns
that stab into the mind body and soul