Fickle Sweet Heart
Love
A sting of devotion
It's wild emotion and smiles
It's being so caught up in the moment
Wind lifts up caution, your guard down for miles
You can't sleep, you can't eat, you can't stop to concentrate
You're constantly lost in your thoughts and perpetually running late
The world is still wildly spinning but for you it's stopped, until one day the bubble
of all bubbles does pop. Did I forget to mention you're young? About sweet sixteen now
Your heart is so gentle and just learning how, to hold hope. When suddenly it does a number on you
The butterfly feeling sinks lead in your soul and your stomach turns over in a sickened
death roll. You feel like you're trapped in a water filled cave, you must get
out quick if your life you will save. You push and scratch while your
heart you snatch back. Run with the wind at your heels!
So scared to look back so you shout out, attack
with uncommon inflection and zeal
This wild emotion and pain
A sting risen shame
Hate
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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