Magnum Opus

She’s looking at him all strange

 

I can see her from the corner of my eyes

 

Her black leather jacket with the silver buttons

 

Rising and falling with every pulsating beat of her fragile heart

 

She wants to lay it all on the line this time

 

I can see her out the corner of my eyes

 

In the darkness

 

Her intentions are illuminated and transparent are her fears,

 

she wears, so vibrant like the color red.

 

She is treading on familiar ground she begs to be unfamiliar

 

I can hear her heritage beating like a tribal drum

 

I can see her dance precocious and good

 

Her spirit in bondage

 

Her memory plagued

 

Apathy swarms her devotion

 

Secrets cherish her still lips

 

Her soul is rotten

 

Her troubles are played in symphony form

 

Quiet are these cellos her fingertips play on his face

 

She’s conducting her biggest mistake

 

These violins paralyze her speech

 

Pianos asphyxiate her past

 

And her legs suffocate the future

 

I can hear strange music from beneath

 

The sheet of compromise

 

-Lovve

For my scorpio friend