Provocateur
Look at you
Standing at my door
With daggers in your eyes
And vengeance in your smile
The benefit of revenge
Is a rumor, you know--
Short-lived and a little hollow
Would you feel better If you cast the first stone?
You can break every bone
But my heart's long gone
Fled from the meant-to-be
That's flown
You had such hope
That this love had grown
But days of dancing
With eyes closed are gone
So you're angry
But there's nothing I can do
About the sleep and peace of mind
That ellude you
You never use the compass
Your father left you--
You've been my little lamb
Sure to go everywhere I went...
But I'm tired,
And aren't you tired of my shadow?
I hear you crashing
Time to move on
To pack up my storm
And have a shadow of my own
Did I breathe today
And will tomorrow wake me?
So much is bound to happen...
Doesn't mean it will
Is anybody out there?
I don't dare look back
Your devastation warps the air
Guess I'm everything you said,
"Provocateur Extraordinaire"
And the cruelty that entails...
How do I go from there?
Fugitive Hours
October, 2013
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