Changes

Heat tar and the shimmer
The sun the sounds no limits
Wild hair in the summer
The suburbs in the winter we grew colder
With the fingers of a saint
I sank into your skin
A bite mark on the neck
A whisper from within
Don’t you worry ever…
Caught in your web of lies and misconceptions
The break is straight ahead and I am still the victim
Like a moth to light like a fly to the glass
Everything in the favour
Of everything that you ask
We hardly know each other
Shake hands and be polite
With painted on smiles
I am tough I won’t fight
So sorry I won‘t change
One word I’m still trying to find
A metaphor for what matters most in life
One word that describes
You and I how and why
I am your second skin
Your protective film
And beyond the words said
I will leave to take my chances