Trouble

 

I know what I don’t want

And I can’t be convinced otherwise

 

Soft lips

Piercing eyes

Long tales

Lullaby’s

 

I love the way you sound

You make my childhood fantasies linger

I’m a dreamer now

lulled to sleep by your fingers

 

Wake up

I tell myself

This is all just a dream

The things I use to want

Are not as golden as they seemed

 

I must continue through the open door

And leave locked ones behind

Shame on the these snakes

Poison to my mind

 

Your words were slick

Your beauty is rare

But you will lead me to trouble

And leave me down there