I burried my pride,
along side you,
when you lay me down.
My hair to tangle with the winds of time.
Left to wait for you,
always waiting.
My own little dirt chair.
Words whispered to the plants
each one a key to my heart.
The poison and the flowers.
When you return
I can turn to none,
A born again virgin mary,
bore a knife to cut our my soul
and offer it to you.
Whispering in question
do you think me sexie?
Can I please you now,
will you reach for me,
or is it too late.
Beauty faded, rain washs clean
sins stain and I grow amazed.
You return and I unearth my pride
You throw it at me.
I rise a goddess among fallen minds.
I take it all back,
and then as you desire.
I leave you wait.
