Spring Divorce
Cornered, drawn and quartered, you've forever bound this beast to you.
And when we sleep, it sharpens its teeth, it licks its jowels, and threatens to gnaw free.
And oh, my angel, are you scared, are you scorned?
Has your faith been shaken too deeply to ignore?
There is one step stolen for every taken forward.
There are two lives and three prides breaking, if you're keeping score.
And oh, my angel, are you sick?
Or are you bored of the lines we have drawn to fall in, when the feeling is more than we can afford?
Just past the point where we let go, lies a truth and a love bigger than what you alone, and bigger than what I alone could ever know.
Lover, don't go.
Are you scared, are you scorned?
Are you sick, are you bored?
Do you feel cheated, do you feel worn?
Is this not what you signed on for?
Oh, my love.