tragedy of my own device-

 

relinquish, release, surrender

the hearts bruise be tender

to the end of my days and then again

than that's the time I'll wait til' then

 

you've broken my heart.. that's certain

torn apart, ripped from within

 

incapable compatibilities slain

my dear your still mundane..

I seen ya know..just like you

all those things you thought you knew

 

I seen the same by your reflection

tainted by your own objection

compose the thoughts that you endure

feed the pain that feeds the cure

 

dance with the stars in the heavenly sky

paint the night and then stand by

 

be well..be still..and then retire

but listen close when you desire*