Rose-Colored Glasses

 
ShaDowS & pAiN
ONE
She dances naked with the curtains closed.
She never needs, but feels so exposed
I've heard her say "hearts in pain,
they should never cry."
But I've seen those eyes.
I've watched tears die.
Yet Still she dances in his flame.
Still she begs love to remain.

CHORUS
In her garden one wild flower blooms.
Pure beauty against his manicured gloom.
A bitter twist breeds her most tragic end.
(Before) His shadow and rain return with heartache again.
Baby, let me heal your soul,
I'm the one to make you whole.
Like a bird who won't taste the wind.
How can she win if she never begins?
How will we ever win if she won't ever begin?  
                                                                    
TWO
Outside those curtains she disguises her tears.
Deep in his shadow, she's stained by bruised fears.                  
As she bleeds more questions.
He smiles more lies.
I watch her cry her saddest alibis.
Who plant love where hope won't go?
Then prays for it like they don't know.
How can it (love) grow,
when there's no ground below?
Love won't grow when there's no ground (nothing) below.

THREE
She dances naked with her curtain closed.
She forever needs and feels so exposed.
Between his shadows and the rain,
I'll be your shelter from the pain.
Words become such precious sounds,
when there's no love around.
Words are such treasured sounds,
when there's no love to be found.

"COPYRIGHT" AUGUST 1, 2015 W J JONES

When I was small I painted everything in red  
Her hair was so much lovelier when I imagined her shadow glowed  
In shades from pink to rust that I created in my head  
I couldn't see reality no matter how deep her darkness flowed  
 
As I grew older morning's red skies cast no early warnings  
Oblivious to the omens as she shed pink petals along my path  
I was fearless in my fiercness in spite of relentless thornings  
I followed her rosey scent as she lured me to face her bloody wrath  
 
Dipped like a strawberry in melted chocolate cream  
It felt so sweet to be devoured I feel compelled to confess  
Life was better while I was sleeping in a happy dream  
For under blue skies my garden was a slippery muddy mess  
 
Then I heard her voice whisper it was time to remove my shades  
She told me not everything was a still-life waiting for a coat of paint  
When after dark her silhouett hides in gray shadows as she fades  
Reminding me that only in a rose tinted heart can she be this sinner's saint  
 
When I awoke this morning the cloak of night revealed an awful glare  
The lenes in my glasses lay shattered in the dirt beneath a bush of roses red  
Next to them was an axe covered in golden stands of long blonde hair  
As I became paifully aware my dream of her auburn curls died in my flower bed