Fairweather Love
The smiles seem only forecast When the sun creeps behind the clouds A cue for our union is then allowed So starry-eyed and blissful Our laughter sprinkles the air and all those around that stand and stare For every moment our eyes meet I wait for your presence to disappear so far...
Gun for a Tongue
The smoke still lingers on me From the barrel of your gun But it wasn’t this that shot me Just the malice of your tongue The licks of ammunition Trigger thoughts inside my head What brought about this apathy? Do you really want me dead? But your wrath is unrelenting And it pierces...