Lovesick in willow bend as I sigh
Bend my heart watch it cry
Band or years count a please in a breeze cool and real
Land as for the score of angels holding me a call in a sea foaming past
Grief stands as strong as the song waiting on my lips failing in drunken stupor
Relief sails on by in arms that hold the dreams as they die
Slope rides the pride of devils waking by dew bending willow need
Hope is in her emerald green eyes a sigh heard in a lie kissed long and hard
Cold fares slide into a pool of reaching fate skipping past reality dead
Fold those hands as the wheel moves past alley on a fence taking life
Bring a tripping son to fight a losing pitch in salvation given
Spring lends a back to the wall pleading for remorse life stagnant fails
Low as time questioning place and purpose seeing only love lent
Slow is the winding ale dripping cool on a fire drenched heart bleeding
Air comes in breath lent to be a willow bending to hide you then me
Fair we pause at the bridges we have burning in front and behind
Rage echoes into the street of storms fleeting smiles given free
Cage of gold holds the youth freely in the ice-cold arms of age wasted
Wake in silk and satin live in the page of hunger left never met on a fleeting stage
Break in thunder leads a body on an altar to be taken as the dollars come in earnest
Hearth is the brethren of a please seated wisdom dreaded but needed to grace faces
Birth aches as the baby feeds on the breast of earth suckling deceased by ice age
Times travel in glaze covered intentions on a quest of love in passion left bold
Wait trips into he misery of mercy granted ugly but true as the wall comes in on body holding
Frail as the willing hands of youth seeking experience taken and given freely to resolve want
Flame trips up rough and mouthy hate given in a place of final exposure
Stroke of hair given and taken in strings seeking a place to live
Smoke covers the sins granted in body and mind shared and taken
Love Tinka