Zena

Lips twist like knives, he is not forgiving, darts the river light, so what else is new, no one bites when fishing, forgets our rendevous, my mother says stay wise, he needs to earn a living, watch out for little childs, but love is never smooth, tobacco blonde and slipping, maybe what she says is true, then again there's right, skinned alive when kissing, who wants to live a lie, always demands revenue, growls if I'm not giving, his eyes a topaz blue, fries me with that smile, deluded shocked by sinning, am sick of this guy, want a new beginning.