gusts blow the leaves away
damp clinging to the side of the streets
where the brown and red leaves stick
well this is the way to your house
its cold outside
and beautiful too
but I'm not sure if I'm welcome
If I am welcome in your heart
golden.
like the wheat swaying in the wind.
the sunset beats upon your precious head.
dark.
to match the darkness in your sexy mind.
the dyed locks blow in the wind, no shine to them.
but your eyes, I once trusted them, and I cannot anymore.
what are you doing to me.
your actions, I don't trust them at all anymore.
I don't know what to think. I led myself on and because of you I've led myself away. You led me away. You pushed me away.
Enough of this bullshit and "game" as you call it that has not been working out so well since a little over a few months into to the year.
Ok, so who is going to make the first move?