Stones tie my heart down;
With words weighing;
Into each and every pound.
Slowly but surely-
A jumble of them drag my face towards the ground.
I'll muster a dull, battered up sword;
That has been long overdue-
And cut you out from within my heart.
Do you value me? Or the price of your shoe?
Your love is the hands on a grandfather clock;
Ticking persistently in intent to reach twelve o'clock .
Then comes midnight, I guess I wasn't worth the while.
And occasionally of coarse I become your only child...
"Your girl"...
Is that all you want me to be?
Is this Love...?
Imagine more for yourself
Imagine more for me...
What's to become of us-
Don't answer that.
I know what's to become of me.
