Changes -

Heat tar and the shimmer

The sun the sounds no limits

Wild hair in the summer

The suburbs in the winter we grew colder

With the fingers of a saint

I sank into your skin

A bite mark on the neck

A whisper from within

Don’t you worry ever…

Caught in your web of lies and misconceptions

The break is straight ahead and I am still the victim

Like a moth to light like a fly to the glass

Everything in the favour

Of everything that you ask

We hardly know each other

Shake hands and be polite

With painted on smiles

I am tough I won’t fight

So sorry I won‘t change

One word I’m still trying to find

A metaphor for what matters most in life

One word that describes

You and I how and why

I am your second skin

Your protective film

And beyond the words said

I will leave to take my chances