She was a melancholy song,
Every time I turned out the light,
She was a hurricane of thought, 
When she deigned it time to fight.

And she was,
She was,
She was too good for me,
She was.

My friends they called her fat,
They couldn’t see her face,
She tried to hide herself,
With linen and lace.

And she was,
She was,
She was so beautiful,
She was.

She loved me now and then,
I loved her then and now,
I think she knew my magic tricks,
Cause she never asked me how.

And she was,
She was,
She was the only one,
She was.

Yeah she was,
She was,
She was my everything,
She was. 

So when the truck pulled out in front of us,
And I slammed on the brakes,

She screamed,
and I hated the world,

And the world,
Turned to black.

I woke, and I called out her name,
And they told me she was gone…

And she was.

A long time ago, I wanted to hear this song. So I looked all over the internet, and found out it hadn’t been written yet, so I wrote it.

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For I've been gone too long you see
Your heart forever stays with me

You're on my mind and in my soul
Though my heart is made of coal

Your warmth may someday light a blaze
And suffer naught what love repays~♥

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But I can't seem to think in words anymore.

Inevitability doesn’t make anything easier.

I’m glad I didn’t die in his fire.

We both knew what was going to happen.

Baby don’t go

by ~lenden

Baby don’t go~
don’t want you to leave
don’t leave me alone~
you’re what I need
I want you like fire~
like fire and fuel
I can’t burn without you~
Baby don’t go

He burned me and I smashed my waves against him and we were never happy.

Sometimes I could tell he wanted me to leave.

by ~lenden

Though life it takes its turns for tides
and love just leaves us to our lives

I know one thing that’s held deep down
and I can see it, this I’ve found

While you sleep and in your smile
when you sit and think a while

sometimes you’re not sure of me
and when you think that I can’t see

you pull the breath into your chest
and plan out my eternal rest

He waited so long for the perfect opportunity to toss me away.

He always promised to write one for me. They all promised to write one for me. But none of them ever did. It’s not a trade. I just hate broken promises.

by ~lenden

If my voice could spin
across the winds
like yours can love
I’d tell you then

of times I lived 
and times I died
I’m fairly sure 
you wouldn’t mind

but just in case
my ramblings wild 
make me seem 
more infantile,

I’ll tell you here
in simple terms
if you hold me
soft and firm

I love you dear 
and here I’ll stay
until you send me on my way

He had that voice. He could speak. Every one of my lovers has had a silver tongue. I don’t miss his cooking anymore. The way we made love. I don’t miss his touch. But I still miss sitting outside the bathroom listening to him sing in the shower. I still miss him ordering me around with his gentlemanly southern drawl.

But you all seem like such nice people. I’m sure you’ll understand.