Love Control
I never ration passion when with a woman
thats why the crash happens, alway so sudden
emotional thoughts not chopped up in levels
easily taken and taught by blonde beautiful devils
actively giving up living until the very end
handing over my heart, hers now to apprehend
stuck, pretending like myself I can control
stuck, defending a dependantly sickened soul
love flies far too high then dies
catches my empire on fire from lies
disguised cries to hide the surprise
disappearing a feeling I had in my eyes
peeling away days of salty decay
hoping a new man will awaken someday
eloping to a path that takes me away
to maintain faith, keep the demons at bay, and pray.
Copyright © Dylan Baker | Year Posted 2006
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