Wednesday, July 6, 2011

On the Run

hearts flutter to the sound of you
makes beats skip too, those eyes askew
who's kisses blew your way, undue
winning you few, winning you few

tears run rivers, souls quite quiver
a new giver will deliver
you take, whisper, just a sliver
quake and shiver, quake and shiver

common souls lose when you do choose
to light a fuse and take a muse
you leave them used with a faint bruise
egos accuse, egos accuse

so leave me one favor undone
a fever spun, a loaded gun
to miss you none, for future fun
you're on the run, you're on the run

1 comment:

  1. whew...nice quick rhyme through out...and of course the massage in the power of the one to make you come undone...