A Little of What Was Known

Dangerous girls with hearts of gold

Joined by a chorus of unknown visitors,

left with few lovers to think about.

Rebellious emotions that flow like water, seldom quench your thirst

and you’re left with a dry throat, a growling stomach.

Worn and dreary as a farmer caught in the storm of nothingness,

perhaps you’ll crawl out, maybe you won’t but hope is all you have.

Hold on to it,

for the remains of a dead beat lover calling out for your hands is not what you need.

Need a brand new life to start over, a better lesson to learn

All that finally remains is what you desire from it.