Dancing Tongue

They say there's nothing wrong with coming up empty and cold,
and I laugh credulously and sympathize with all of those unbroken.
Understanding just won't shine over their fragile, simple faces tonight,
as I curl into myself, into my pain, as it turns me around 180 degrees.

There's no simplicity inside my pulse, nothing resting in my arms,
only your face. You're the only thing pushing lonely heart through.
But I fear the loss of a lover when my blood becomes too cold,
and when the butterfly sensation from a savior fades out catastrophically.

Daddy always said apologies are senseless and knees are made for the weak,
so what am I supposed to do when I can't pardon my own mistakes?
It almost feels as if royalties are meant to be taken for granted these days,
because baby, I forgot about our love far too soon, far too damn soon.

Idiotic people tell me to forget my devil's face and soak up my angel's,
but they'd speak differently if only we could swap arms for a day,
because my devil has a grip that's tighter than the earth on the sun.
It's unfathomable and unbreakable; it continues in a seeking path.

I can feel your lies and hurt seeping through my sweaty body tonight,
as the memories of sour summertime suddenly become too sweet.
Baby, you told me that understanding would come slowly with time,
And just maybe, the devil realized I had too much time on my tongue today.

Written on: June 23, 2010
(c) Stephanie Lynn