Candyapple Red
She led me by the hand to where she lay her head.
A welcome guest in the maiden's bed.
Deemed clean enough to be trusted
in the womb of sanctuary.
Naive enough to accept.
No mortal man of flesh and bone,
should ever call this place his home.
For surface scratches buff out easy,
but where i tread footprints sink deeply.
Forgiveness is a fantasy and memory can never rest.
Drunk on this fragile piece of heaven,
the kind that shatters as glass.
Into so many pieces the eye surrenders.
White flag tied to hands held high,
and all the things wished not to know.
A welcome guest in the maiden's bed.
Deemed clean enough to be trusted
in the womb of sanctuary.
Naive enough to accept.
No mortal man of flesh and bone,
should ever call this place his home.
For surface scratches buff out easy,
but where i tread footprints sink deeply.
Forgiveness is a fantasy and memory can never rest.
Drunk on this fragile piece of heaven,
the kind that shatters as glass.
Into so many pieces the eye surrenders.
White flag tied to hands held high,
and all the things wished not to know.