Cobb webs of misinterpreted vows
your sweetness of promised tomorrows...
Derailed from these tracks to your promised land
the taste that comes to mind is rather bland
Connoisseur at my prepared feast
you came famished at least
Ate to your heart's desire
picked bones clean, I felt to inspire
How could I not see the signs
drunk from indulgence from your vines?
I took your hand and closed my eyes
and generously fell for all your lies
I could have followed you to the moon and back
but the words 'I love you' was at lack!
Intoxicated by your beautiful words and touch
how could I not have realized this is too much?
Just another statistic to lovers fool
yet you walked away with a swaggering cool...
© Madri Cordier
your sweetness of promised tomorrows...
Derailed from these tracks to your promised land
the taste that comes to mind is rather bland
Connoisseur at my prepared feast
you came famished at least
Ate to your heart's desire
picked bones clean, I felt to inspire
How could I not see the signs
drunk from indulgence from your vines?
I took your hand and closed my eyes
and generously fell for all your lies
I could have followed you to the moon and back
but the words 'I love you' was at lack!
Intoxicated by your beautiful words and touch
how could I not have realized this is too much?
Just another statistic to lovers fool
yet you walked away with a swaggering cool...
© Madri Cordier
