By Grace
How I've moved on, you'll never know.
When I'm gone, how will you run the show?
Someone else has come, to show me the way.
You didn't want some, you wanted more everyday.
My broken stories, made her cry.
My faltered glories, continue to die.
On your lips stained red, my kiss lingers.
You've pushed me past dead, past heaven's singers.
As I reached for a hand, I pushed past you.
It is now I demand, to learn what is true.
For the past few days, I only think of her.
Your every decieving ways, make me unsure.
I thought I had a chance, I thought us pure.
But in this final dance, I found my cure.
It was just at a glance, I found love obscure.
Her name etched in my brain, unlike your plague.
Your lies so insane, cost me an arm and a leg.
I feel your presence, dancing inside my head.
I take your pestilance, and leave you for dead.
Oh I take my heart, and grasps hers too.
The tear drops start, when I leave you.
I took her by grace, I took her in fear.
I only see her face, I wish to hold her dear.
Should I take a chance, should I take her heart?
Could we now dance, before the heartache starts?
Oh my dear friend, this is our start and your end.
Copyright © Steven Mcmorrow | Year Posted 2011
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