How come I can not see the lies on your painted face?
I thought there was no secrets between you and me.
Whatever happened to the candle stick burning so brightly?
I know I’ve awakened you from you’re harmless day sleeping.
But now I hear footsteps in your eyes.
Then you are speaking to me and I can not hear what it is that you are saying to me.
I see only lines going up and down, of what is the sound that is coming out of your mouth.
You’re freedom escapes me like a mild night tiger.
My eyes escape your hearts desire.
Take me back to 1923.
Then when I was yours,and yours was me.
We sat and drink milkshakes for 20 cents.
You promised you’d buy me a big house with a tall white fence.
So I fast forward to 2020 where the future beholds a colorful thing.
These crazy lights are too much for me, so I go back to my least favorite time , year 2013.
Where I’m old and soon dieing; where death is all around me.
Twenty years ago is when you died, but however I didn’t cry.
On the awakening on you’re face was so pale and you slept peacefully in your crate.
I yawned that night and remembered your face the time we met.
We were so young and now destined for heaven or hell.