Let the rivers run dry, for I grow tired of the scent Irises grey and energy left spent, Tears could replenish the thirst of her needs Yet we fall into daydreams, caked in grease
What a test the verse may provide I step my toes into the demise And I am left with nothing but ache And a taste for compromise And God forbid the arise Of that day you turn to me, sigh, The day those cacao eyes may cry And avoid the sight of mine