a glance can save your life. one look, and you can fall like never before.
an old fashioned love story, you and I
eyes meeting like sinking ships scream die
a rose tinted vision, your lapel flower
thunderstorms outside my captive tower
of reason, convention, loyalty, respect
hundreds of hours spent in retrospect
of the night those sinking ships touched
mast to mast, the injury to my crutch
now i am at service, bright yellow sun bellows
you aren't there but your scent is close
my husband smirks at the rector's joke
his ring on my finger, reason enough to choke
our love, my life, his pride, my mind
gone to the dust, a fine grind
salvation comes only in my dreams
where those sinking ships incessantly scream
i will ruin myself for you in a million little ways
call my name, and i will stray
but how do i call you, your name is unknown
your hands a figment of my heart like stone
your breath mixed with the rains of tomorrow
your soul immersed in the ocean of my sorrow
so here i am, wiping his plates
cleaning his bloody, heartless slate
convention satisfied, loyalty retained
a fresh set of red marks on this complacent skin gained
an incomplete letter, you and i
i am the bold one, you are shy
my mind weaves us into yarns impossible
your fingers touch my skin only to make it tremble
your love is what will suffice
in my empty, lost, defeated crevice
but time's up, i must snap back
laugh at the pun my captor cracks
look at you from afar and say to the wind
lift up that carved, artistic chin
look at me, just one more time
and it will be the perfect crime.