Skip to main content

The Wolf

My wolf is dressed like a pharisee
This masquerade ball descends on me
I call his bluff - my hypocrisy
His song is sweet but my heart's too free

We swindle ourselves, playing and cheating desire
Crooked con artists, pretending we have some power
We set off a flame except we don't play with fire
Just two charlatans crying in the moonlight hour

Still I love this fraud, I know this deceit
I know why we please and why we are weak
We need to be perfect, so we will lie
We must craft an image while we slowly die.

So paint me like this, in the morning light
With the dress on the floor where you left it last night
Write me a song about our only fight
I promise I'll listen when the time is right

Kiss me tonight to make up for this life
Whisper your secrets before we must run
Call out my name in your dreams with your wife
We don't know how to love if it's not fun

Let's set this thing free, let it go, let it be
Of course we are both cast adrift on this sea
We keep coming back to the same distant shore
Of what we can't have we always covet more.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Parallel lines

We’re a pair of parallel lines You’re just like me We’re on the same path But we don’t ever meet You talk to all my friends  but me I guess I’m not that nice after all You You’re in the house up on a cloud Me I’m on a mission.
Post a Comment
Read more

The angry woman

I am the angry woman I'm bleeding white-hot rage My fury of tears will drown you You should all feel afraid.  My tongue is poised for lashing My feet are here to crush My lungs are filled with fire I cannot stop the rush. My skin is scalding ashes  Of a burning, ember heart My words beat down like hail My screams are lightning darts. Watch me drink the poison And wait for you to die I am the angry woman But you all think I lie. 
Post a Comment
Read more

The boy who was (never) good enough

I may be off-base But I think I recognize it This desire to give As a way to provide Yourself with a pleasing identity. A way to be loving A way to be loved Giving up your own needs  For the sake of harmony. Did you have a mother who was always sad? Were you the one to delight her? Did you face the pain of choosing a path That took you away or made you unkindly? Was your brother the asshole And you didn’t mind it Because it meant you could be the one To fix feelings all around you. And when you were older Did you pick girls that reminded You of the woman who was always demanding? And did you feel good  When you provided  All of the joy that wasn’t inside her? But when you messed up Were you the same disappointment? The boy who was (never) good enough But couldn’t stop striving. I hope one day you see That you’re worthy of love Without needing to give Or be perfect. Above all I hope you reme...
Post a Comment
Read more