Joewebber

Of course I can magic stars to your hands, Make all day one hazy memeory, Plunge a thorn right into your side, And make promises turn to blasphemy. Of course I can entwine mind through mind, So you vow you understand me, But then snatch the carpet clean away, Now I'm naked and you don't even know me. Of course I will taste your saccharine dream, Then give you all that remains, Observe how quickly it turns to poison, Then steal the captured-in pain. Of course I can jump high over the gate, And remind you of what you 'need', But then turn around, blade still in hand. My weapon, your trust. I left you to bleed.