He wanted everything inbetween
nothing more, nothing less
Something he couldn't confess
Hesitant and frustrated
He couldn't resist
Built up within time
Like a grape rotting on a vine...
Spoiled, & never to be tasted
there's something about this time of year
blues are common for summertime, or so I hear
It's something she didn't want
It was something she feared
Attachment and embrace
Kissing a soul, a soul unknown
Sickening doubt, entwined in guilt
He said all the right things
But she felt, and knew
they were never to be true
Instincts she had, human behavior...
she didn't understand
she began to push, violently push
he had to go away, she couldn't handle it
she didn't want to comprehend it
she wanted him to fade away
never to be thought of again
it's a sort of blissful state of independence
Nothing more, nothing less.