roxanne
the song has been written
and the tales told
but the lips of yours upon mine
soft and full
echo an empty heart
and a broken promise
tears i will not cry
as the earth cannot waste such a precious drop of liquid
and the heart should not beat without these hands of time
that you have tied with the ribbons of love
the ties that hold
your young heart
to mine
and so young when i met you
so full of ideas of life
how this world has not touched you even slightly yet
and how jaded i can be and will continue to bleed
but that i may see you at this thanksgiving with your new lover
and that until then i might weep
and grow strong
and bleed all over
till i die in your eyes that have
thrown so much love at me that i defended
with my jade and iron
zebrasindenver 