Her Touch

Found a new title today
Fresh, Creative, Hopeful
Just how you like it
I wish my voice could reach you under my bestowed name
But you wouldn’t know me anymore, and that would be a darn shame



Forgetful love under the premise of promises
Dreadful and foolish with a fancy image
Showing any soul the work we’ve shared


The Lust we overcame
The Lies we tackled
The Past we stained




Let any of that blood wash away under a new shiny belt
Caging broken shards we always felt




What lovely bars glisten through darken clothes
Calming and twisting skins charm
Suffocating the suitor wrapped around her arm