There are flowers peeling from the ceiling and sweet potato pie
you’re working in the kitchen with me working at your side.
You walk along the pathways at the bottom of my heart
I lose myself in every beat as you pull my walls apart.
You’re a fool for me my true friend but I really don’t know why
given that my father taught me not to feel and definitely not to cry.
So although I think I love you I just can’t stand by your side
when it always seems I hurt you so I’d rather walk away and hide.
Now I’m cowering in the desert heat as I wait around to die
an attempt to walk through deserts fire’s not good for you or I.
There are hot and burning embers falling from the sky above
I just hope that when you think of me you think of me with love.
Now that this life of mine is over and yours has just begun
you’ll need a man with feelings and I hope you find someone.
©ronvdm777
Dec 2019
©ronvdm777
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