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How could I live with me
How could I live with me?
Your days from me that’s farther then miles, and it feels like the light years have turned me away
How could I let myself be so naive, and I know nothing, nothing
You couldn’t possibly love me; it’s easier for me to believe I am not worth loving
Not like I didn’t already fathom, such a union is impossible to conceive, I was just being naive
I loved the idea, I loved the dream, I loved the chance it could be, but in all likely hood, what was the
Practicability, the odds and probability, I was just being naive
You’re an exotic mountain flower with a world of history, I am a wild mare I would destroy you, I know
This but I thought there is always that small little chance, one thing that rings true is if you’re a flower
You’re best suited to other flowers to,
If you’re born wild and crave the open fields and nights asleep under the stars,
I am best with wild a stallion one that is wild as they come, then I couldn’t hurt anyone,
I can admire the exotic mountain flower; I will keep my distance so not to be impaled by his thorns
I am afraid my heart has already been compromised by his scent and his beauty
As I run my path and do so freely, it’s ironic how these young colts want to screw me
They are no match, I must cater to their egos, and careful not to hurt their young minds, as I protect
Mine I will catch up to my thick black stallion, and take him for a run, he is as wild as me
And can handle my bite and my teeth
I will find myself always thinking of my mountain flower, and how close I got to making a deadly mistake
I knew before I allowed myself to get to deep, I cannot do this, he is not the right one for me
I will look up at the night sky and see the stars singing
He will be forever in my heart but I can make peace I would have destroyed him and then how could I
Live with me
By Seascape
Your days from me that’s farther then miles, and it feels like the light years have turned me away
How could I let myself be so naive, and I know nothing, nothing
You couldn’t possibly love me; it’s easier for me to believe I am not worth loving
Not like I didn’t already fathom, such a union is impossible to conceive, I was just being naive
I loved the idea, I loved the dream, I loved the chance it could be, but in all likely hood, what was the
Practicability, the odds and probability, I was just being naive
You’re an exotic mountain flower with a world of history, I am a wild mare I would destroy you, I know
This but I thought there is always that small little chance, one thing that rings true is if you’re a flower
You’re best suited to other flowers to,
If you’re born wild and crave the open fields and nights asleep under the stars,
I am best with wild a stallion one that is wild as they come, then I couldn’t hurt anyone,
I can admire the exotic mountain flower; I will keep my distance so not to be impaled by his thorns
I am afraid my heart has already been compromised by his scent and his beauty
As I run my path and do so freely, it’s ironic how these young colts want to screw me
They are no match, I must cater to their egos, and careful not to hurt their young minds, as I protect
Mine I will catch up to my thick black stallion, and take him for a run, he is as wild as me
And can handle my bite and my teeth
I will find myself always thinking of my mountain flower, and how close I got to making a deadly mistake
I knew before I allowed myself to get to deep, I cannot do this, he is not the right one for me
I will look up at the night sky and see the stars singing
He will be forever in my heart but I can make peace I would have destroyed him and then how could I
Live with me
By Seascape
Published 21st Jun 2014
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