I wish you could see yourself, the way I see you.
Darlin' take out a bottle or two
Before you become a heartbreaker
I have your flowers on my dresser
They are still vibrant with dew
Cerulean satin, an ocean on your skin
You are my muse and my demise
Take my heart, take it for a spin
Now I have no more plans to devise
I left religion and ran to love
Abandoned faith to worship you
You were like a god rising above
I am drunk on your vice and virtue
You are an incomplete thought
A poem spiralling out of control
Chasing you has havoc wrought
You are not the one, says my soul
Eros is being cruel these days.
