TheCourtRose

Music flowed stronger than the whiskey and wine Voices and strings plucked together by the unseen hand Your eyes, never meeting mine You heard my song from across the room and said my name Unstrung, unsung and smiling that I was seen among so many without being seen at all

There's a woman in my mind She's wearing my red heels with polka dots Long dark hair tied with ribbon White skin a slash in the darkness There's a man there too Poor soul Naked, hands bound with chord Not red chord though She doesn't seem the type for cliches There's a plain wooden chair It's the chair she'll ride him on Pushing his flesh against her flesh against the grains of wood Her thighs twin pistons of milk and ivory I wonder if she ever unties him I wonder why she's wearing my shoes

got here again vicious cul de sac veins of the heart breathe me, forgive me fell for a liquid blue unavailable love in creeps the dissatisfaction wakeful night and groggy morning no man has yet to walk those 500 miles maybe this love story is a once, or maybe a forever right now is not the time to know already heard all the songs wish it could just be a kiss in the moonlight but the fall already happened slowly no where to go from here back to the same street walking to the soundtrack