I came to you in a summer storm last night.
The crisp wind blew and I was left behind.
Your body welcomed me but not your mind.
I gazed upon your face and found no light.
It's dangerous to love a soul too much.
When all you take away with you is pain.
Feels as though there's nothing left to gain.
All that's left to you is bitter touch.
The night is bracing for some starry skies.
And I am looking for a vague relief.
You stole my heart then ran off like a thief.
Like they were good for me I ate your lies.
Now circumstance has sent me out to sea.
You're bound to wish me far away from shore.
I am adrift out here without an oar.
But I will sail away and set you free.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013