Love's Dance

And now on the brittle ground I'm lying,
Screaming to die with the dead year's dead;
The stem of the rose is black and drying,
The willow is tossing the wind from her head.

The Willow                         Dorothy Parker

Once I was standing tall
Strong and confident
Fearlessly facing the fall
Towards the cliff I went
Newly become a man
Childhood tears all drying
I found my first taste of love
and pain
As a man I started crying
And now on the brittle ground I'm lying,

My heart was taken from me
Left broken on the floor
Her words cut through me gently
As she walked out the door
My body turned to ice
Vision faded to blood red
I lay down
to sleep
While drowning in this tear-filled bed
Screaming to die with the dead year's dead;

Time healed my heart again
I thought I'd take a chance
Walk out in the rain
Toward love's second dance
She said she wanted me
She was only lying
She was perfect
as a rose
Then she left me dying
The stem of the rose was black and drying,

I am done with love and touch
All the better now for me
I have never meant that much
So I will not take chance three
There is always someone
That they prefer instead
So I am giving up
on love
As I lay here on my endless bed
The willow is tossing the wind from her head.
               The Wolf