| Smile She's found me once again, Must be the thrill of the chase. Collapsing my heart like a derailed train Every time I see her face. I don't mind it much... Perhaps I think it flattering... As her kiss turns from a soft touch, To a heavy lustful battering. She knows not of kindness or love, Yet speaks so highly of her own maturity. As I look to the stars above, I wish we had their purity. Punishing me for an unknown crime, I close my eyes and "make pretend". But she rips my heart out one more time... While she smiles like a friend. |