I was once this country mouse in a big city house
blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.
It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers,
stargazing at our intricate patterns in snow trails.
That time, I tried to behave.
Yet he carried me beyond boundaries to new expectations
where initial inhibitions were annihilated by his words.
There we imprinted on doors never meant to shut
and where his true grit got my attention.
So, to look for this devil
Just follow the carnage of the many souls he’s stripped bare
And you might find the inner darkness of my soul’s desires.
It’s where he once owned me, this feminine flame that got burnt
And how he unbuttoned me and didn’t button me back-up.
I became the rollercoaster crush that made the skyline cry
Left inside a silent house once shared, but never called home,
that’s now the past of a painter’s dream.
So, welcome to my war zone,
I’ll be the weed leaning against this bar room wall
watching all the pretty flowers battle for the gardener’s attention.
I’ll be here waiting for visiting hours to start
inside this housed hospital of hurt hearts
it’s a place for all those puzzles
with too many lost pieces that have fallen apart.