There is no story
of you and I.
Just an introduction
& long goodbye.
You can build your walls,
& I will cry,
But as you lay grout,
I will continue with life.
May turn my head
to see you smile,
but keep a distance
as you lay tile.
Empty gestures
lie across your bust;
For in your true heart,
you will never trust.
Believe me,
I can lead a horse to water,
show him to drink,
that we should trust one another,
But if he turn head,
close an eye,
the stream we drink
is sure to dry.
