after a rough night;
she’s everyone’s and mine
blissful, white light.
Her colors, her look
like a desert snake:
so mysterious-I’m hooked
like a swan in the lake.
I could lose myself
in her pretty blue eyes
like a sailor in the sea,
like a bird in the sky.
She’s the best actress
in the fun parts of my life,
but a sudden digress
makes a double edged knife.
She kicks the fear
out of ‘er heart;
when the end is near
she makes a new start.
As the time passes by
we’re becoming alone
‘cause I’ll here fly
and she’ll be gone.
Her feathers are too bright
for staying in this place,
in this cruel fight,
in this mad race.
Now I hear about lost glory:
it was her, it was me.
This was a story
that were we.
4th stanza: She's fun, she's not pretending or something...
