Faiza Four

He dances in the tide, his fame is just beginning, nails me with that smile, my mother asks what's new, she is not forgiving, love's not running smooth, tobacco blonde full of lies, fresh alive and kicking, he's many a famous night, it brings me back to you, god knows who does the bidding, have to break this news, who knows what's right, when he can demand anything, sunlight,water,sky, love blows down the avenue, lilac heads are dripping, he melts me lemon blue, his lips twist like knives, our trips to secret venues, his eyes the river wide, what else can I do?