Free

She has a tattoo on her breast Hates when you touch her nipples Foreplay just yesterday's lies Black underwear, her hidden disguise No use playing the love card That died with the last affair Now she’s one of the free Two people lying in bed Exploring the no-go zones Checking the exit Looking backwards He tries to show love But stone hearts Clothe themselves in armour Screaming the screams, of yesteryears She has a tattoo on life Stamped deep inside That reads Don’t break glass in emergency Don’t resuscitate The cold wind bit right through her But it didn’t really matter They were evenly matched Well, at least for a time It was the identifying feature On her breast The Tattoo..