Wild Horses Don'T Always Run Free
My heart was pounding,
My breath catching,
I saw you sitting there.
You looked my way,
Our eyes kissed,
I was already falling.
You took me home,
You gave me roses,
The smell of your cologne.
My perfume,
Permiating our senses,
The warmth I felt.
Our lips met,
My mouth smiled,
I was sure .
You showed me patience,
I showed you love,
We were falling.
You told me first,
I said it back to you,
The moon was full.
We had many dates,
In days ahead,
That numbered ninety- eight.
You were quick to ask,
Under the stars,
I said "yes".
We enjoyed the winter,
The nights were blustery and cold,
The fires burned down deep inside.
We had our first disagreement,
Words were exchanged,
My diamond dulled.
I found out you had lied,
I wanted to go,
You cried.
Your finger poking my thigh,
Trying,
Trying to convince me.
To stay.
But I knew, I had to go,
It would never,
Be the same.
The door,
The good-byes,
The tears, as I looked back.
A heart so fulfilled,
Sleeps under the stars,
Lighting my bittersweet sorrows.
My love has stayed,
Beneath your sky,
That's black as night.
The horses sigh,
Under the moon,
That's full and bright.
If you look,
To the stars,
On a clear evening,
You'll see.
A beautiful black horse,
Running,
She's wild,
But she's never really free.
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