Wren

His lips twist like knives, he is not forgiving, his eyes embrace the tide, what else is new, is it me he's kidding, on trips to secret venues, my mother says stay wise, he'll make you earn the living, many a tortured night, no love runs smooth, his tobacco tongue of lies, maybe it's all true, maybe she's right, he's fresh alive and swimming, sunlight, water, sky, he delights the whole crew, laughter's in his grinning, my nails are bright blue, I dance the river wide, my fame belongs to winning, nail him with my smile, he'll cave in.