Fion Two

Sweet talk makes you curl, you say enough, Basta, never just your little girl, silken wraps you've thrown, that always collapse, face moulded like a stone, plates occasionally hurled, nothing holds you fast, makes you torn or care, life is what you own, if you think that crass, consider it gone, you're not perturbed, time has passed, keep that flag furled, dance on brown chairs, make a homeward dash, your face to the air, daddy you can keep or burn, your love on the gas, but turn the flame down, make it last.