MusicalDreams

For one miserable month I sat Deserted on a dessert isle and my savior came in my destitution, In the form of a shimmering devil At the time, my will could be stretched and torn It was a single friendly facial twitch, a smile out of a moving car And while through glass they saw beauty, I knew she reflected my pain Nevertheless she sat with me, and ironically kept we warm As the storm around us raged and blew As it shook the foundations, ruptured the core she sat with me ever still I realized then that the more i try to run away, the faster she seems to catch me my flaws her obsessions, and my interests her desires Tangled i