She is part moon
she is part sun
…she is mostly…
Could be said that on a fateful day
I had begun the journey called….
knowing enough to get out of my own way
Could have been said on a fateful day
‘what was there to see?’
I needed her more than she needed me.
At the time she had been
Within her soulful eyes..
a mystery of human lies.
A victim of hate using love as a disguise.
That is just how the story goes…
a one trick pony in a dog show.
Now I am part time patience
part time playmate.
Full time victim of the love she creates.