He sculpted me from the shattered pile she left behind in her wake. Let sun kiss my skin and swore upon the moon I was a goddess.
Declaring innocence in battle fields I set myself ablaze unaware to the presence of gasoline.
I still feel the acid pour down my throat every time I say her name.
He blended each crack with perfection let loose and brought the heavens down on top of me.
She left Me still feeling the razor-sharp knives of betrayal plunging into me.
My Sweet boy knows no bounds he will fight a losing war with bloody palms and make a broken promise he will win.
She knows not how to love I still have rose soaked bruises lining my soul from futures plans and forgotten beginnings.
He still trying to make a home out of a fate born to destruction.
Her ghost still tap dances in the minefields throughout this abandoned warehouse.
I'm afraid ill drown in shadows before I ever see the light.
The fog she left behind in her tornado steps has turn to poison and I'm choking him on all the memories leaking from my machine operated brain.
For I am the universe and he is the sun
but she showed me the stars.
