Respect
By Mark Spencer...
From the loudness of down stairs
To the quiet setting of this room...
The one who is worth the heart break; would never...
So I've heard, love is work and relationships...
Dusty, squeaky clean bones tucked from sight
Hidden, buried, afraid to experience the light...
Why oh why, can dear, sweet love not be found?
Are these eyes too old and blind to see it...
Everyone misses first grade
when everything was simple...
A symphony of lovers songs
tell a story of boundless emotions...
I am the antidote - your darkest desire
I am like heroin, gracing your veins like fire...
Hidden from view with nothing to hide.
Is it such a crime to have a good time...
None knows what fate has in store
whether life will sail on or midway just sink...
Heart
t r u m p s...
Smoke filled
Thick...