Blog 1.5, Tempest Temptress

We could have been content, alone
In our two person world
I could have called you "mine, my own"
Like a sculpture not a - woman

It's not my fault we are apart
You live so far Away
And your friends said what you thought at heart
But, no matter, here I'll - abide

It's funny though, You never knew
To tell me how you felt
I think for all your sureness you
Were afraid that you might - feel vulnerable

And I won't rhyme on my own accord
Because I am on tilt
Even if I'd sunk in a fjord
You'd still bury me in - trash

But alas on me the blame will rest
Though guilt I truly lack
I pushed away the worst and best
I wish I could take it back