an innocence maybe
her fingertips curl
his hand like a baby
she takes on the world
her soft pretty make up
she believes love commands
stands behind pretty seen
when she’s holding his hand
he can see someone missing
feel forgotten and sad
he can need her to feed him
face to face with his dad
she’s got eyes to her thigh’s
made to call any man
but to me she’s made golden
by holding his hand ©
When I think about
the reasons
for my mind
running circles
chasing memories
it hurts to find
girl to me
you’re memory
it’s in the wind
blowing back mistakes
I’m running races
I can’t win
in the moment love
completely let me go
far from you
it cuts me
like the scars
you hide I know
never me to be
who seems to
see you’re sad
how bad it hurts
sometimes inside
because you love
your man ©
