A coward, not a man
The qualities that drew you to me were the same that scared you away.
You loved my fire, the passion that burned in my eyes,
but as it licked at your heels you began to fear the flames.
I was a woman not a girl, the type your mother would adore.
I would require a level of commitment you were not ready for.
I was looking for a man not a boy which I thought you were.
Instead I founded a coward curled on the floor.
You loved my fire, the passion that burned in my eyes,
but as it licked at your heels you began to fear the flames.
I was a woman not a girl, the type your mother would adore.
I would require a level of commitment you were not ready for.
I was looking for a man not a boy which I thought you were.
Instead I founded a coward curled on the floor.