by Miserable Liar » Thu Aug 09, 2007 4:08 pm
Her Daughter
Her daughter,
one that I won’t forget,
her golden strands sway about,
in the wind, slowly swept.
A mountain surely conquered,
a path on which I’ve stepped,
seduction be our only bond,
a boat I sure will crash.
Many nights we sit or lie,
hands-a-holding side by side,
either way we look up and see,
in the stars no pattern, they’re just floating.
Moon pie, no super for tonight,
this will be our only light,
as we rise and scarper to the sound of wolves,
how-howling in the night.
Crumble, tumble, boulder shakes the ground,
we run and we hide, then head back into town,
for miles we tried, but could not reach,
get me out of this place, you feeling this heat?
This mix of fear, anger and suspension,
lets hold back, save this for later,
I’ll keep it in my jar,
when we’re saved and safer from the caper.
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?