Lover, lover...

[myvoice]

She leaves me empty promises
with kisses and "goodbye"'s...
Empty hour glasses,
secrets, and "but why?"'s...
The most desperate of my lovers,
my soul her substitute
for meaning and for justice,
no matter how minute.
She leaves me with no choices,
this love is all or none.
She is beauty and is chaos,
the vixen and the nun.
She leads me on through whispers
in my mind and in my heart;
promises of better days,
of light within the dark.
Yet these promises fall empty,
in one way or another.
Dear Life, I say with no remorse,
you are the cruelest kind of lover.

Comments

[brainstream]

Nice