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you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in my arms while you smelled my hair
i saw that pretty little smile you saved for me

we always ran 
too wild to walk

 it takes two to tango
only one to pirouette

when you did your round about
turned over every single  leaf
left me out alone 
in the dead of spring

or 
was it winter, 
it must of been
'cause i know i almost froze

you kissed me 
back when we first met
we kissed a lot 
way back then
how you loved my lips
the touch of my skin

your thick black mane 
how you'd whip it back
exposing yourself all bare
we never turned off the lights
or ever said hush

do you still own those dice
the ones in gold 
with embedded gems in black

you use to love to roll them
 rolled those snake eyes that bit
i'd swallow the poison like lemonade

stripped naked, 
handcuffed and whipped
your ceramic nails 
tearing at me
my flesh on them 
the blood on my back

i didn't know 
 wore my white shirt
'till someone screamed
from behind it was red
i dripped on the floor 
like a lit candle

melted like a witch 
drenched in Dorothy's water
you clicked your ruby heels
and you were gone
i wasn't in Kansas anymore

walked around with a briefcase 
in my Armani suit
i never shed a tear
bedded woman half my age

they lined up in droves 
to be with this broken man
i would yell like a cowboy
riding a bucking bronco
and i never fell

i was the man 
everybody told me so
i would smile shyly 
 thank them their praise

but i knew who i was
make no mistake 
every rodeo has its clowns
 I wasn't the matador
even though I spoke fluent bull

the only knifes i carried were in my back
do you remember my white shirt
the whole time i justified me to me

by not thinking
by not talking
by not listening
by not wishing 
or even dreaming

we both knew there was a gun in my briefcase
we both knew I would never use it
didn't own any bullets
still i pulled the trigger
some joy in that 
pointed to my head

click, nothing 

and when I saw you yesterday
and I held my breath for longer then I ever had
i thought the room would never stop spinning
i remember we spoke

how i saw it in yours eyes
as plain as day

regret

you knew of my success
how fine i looked
in my silk woven garb

you said
drinks?

but i looked at my watch
asked for a raincheck

you'd have none of it

and i think your teeth fell out
when i walked          anyways

I didn't understand your look
you knew i had a backbone
you know i never flinch

that's the story of life
take it when you got it

with some guys there are no be backs

my legs were like led as i walked away

and i could hear your tears
but i don't care much for phonies

you threw it all away
when you decided 
to look the other way
it broke me inside
i'd never be the same

i never turned to look 
yesterday

slept the same as always
four hours tops
nothings changed

i'd give my right arm
for one pass of your breath 
against my lips

but my soul?

never!...i'll live with the pain.

and other man stare
and other man wish
quietly yearning to be me

you know i want to laugh
success is like a flashy book cover
the cover is what sells the book
nobody bothers to read it
but they know the jacket by heart

set up a turnstile in my house
watch the ladies come and go

never let them get close
never invite the nice ones
the good ones the real ones

never want to hurt anyone
never want them to hurt like me
to hurt like me
hurt like me
like me

me?

i'd give my right arm
for one pass of your breath 
against my lips...

Maurice Yvonne
27~10~2014
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