Love is-
Leading them to an empty well
Deserting us someplace in hell
Love is-
Building them up before they fall
You never loved any ever at all
Love is-
Demanding devotion eternal to you
Lying no matter what you have to do
Love is-
Tainting everything you touch
I really never loved you much
© Delia Ross. 2019
Crossed our wires, wrong hands for hire
and now they’re blaming me
Shooting blanks and loading tanks
with riots in the street
I’d rather bid my precious hours
where two lovers greet
And if it seems it’s worth my time,
perhaps I’ll move my feet
Into the light, we sail tonight
I brought for us a treat
You’re feeling sour, my mood can tower
it’s best that we shall meet
I promise skies, and never lies
we can be discrete
You can’t deny, I’m on your mind
I think that’s pretty neat
© Delia Ross. 2019
Congrats, you make me feel just like a number
Can’t hear my voice for the crowd and thunder
It’s time I put my soul to slumber
Touching me must have been a blunder
Would you even notice if I fell under
My dreams of you are full of wonder
My heart it aches being just a number
© Delia Ross. 2019
She never thought she could again feel
Her heart was paralyzed with fear
His words weighed heavy & cut through steel
Wounds so deep one had to kneel
It never seemed the wounds would heal
The lessons never appeared clear
Just gashing pain brought from his spear
The crowd behind him full of cheer
Lashing out at you every year
She must hate him a great deal
© Delia Ross. 2019
His smile will make a flower bloom
Like sunshine hitting over you
It feels a bit like morning dew
While burying your sorrows in a tomb
His smile is a community garden
Your wounds he will certainly pardon
He can make a heart unharden
It’s like my soul he’s always guarding
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pain after sunset
denial and regret
It’s now ten after sunset
you haven’t admitted anything yet
Blame during sunrise
But never a tear in your eye
Aim for shock and surprise
It’s so much better when they cry
Shame morning and afternoon
You’ll catch him singing the same ole tune
Same lying up under the moon
He wasn’t born with a silver spoon
© Delia Ross. 2019
Such tight ropes we weave and trample
A love like yours I deserve to sample
Your flame is brighter than any candle
There’s not much that we couldn’t handle
I’ve never seen a face like yours
I’ve seen them all and lived through war
Walked every land, touched distant shores
You’re the only body I want to explore
© Delia Ross. 2019
