Branches of destiny
Vine of souls
Canvas of beauty
Yet fortune and fame are your goal
Withheld and delicate

Your fault.
My fault.
Her fault.
Our fault.
Words spewed.

Being like this...
Unmoving. Right. Doomed.
This is what we are really.
If I’m wrong prove me wrong.
Since you wanna talk.

Introductions and handshakes began
Your smile, your charm and your ea
You are brains and ambition wrappe
You are the image of lust and unre
Strides of confidence and formalit

It was a mistake.
Action without thought
Brought to light
Discussed and cut short.
Now we argue.

When somebody doesn’t love you for
Then you know it’s over.
When you can’t laugh about things
When all you think about are what
Women talk about heartbreak

With him
Its always take take take
He’s draining me
Of my spirit
My soul