Paul Bell

Free

She has a tattoo on her breast

Hates when you touch her nipples

Foreplay just yesterday\'s lies

Black underwear, her hidden disguise

No use playing the love card

That died with the last affair

 

Now she’s one of the free

Two people lying in bed

Exploring the no-go zones

Checking the exit

Looking backwards

 

He tries to show love

But stone hearts

Clothe themselves in armour

Screaming the screams, of 

yesteryears

 

She has a tattoo on life

Stamped deep inside

That reads

Don’t break glass in emergency

Don’t resuscitate

 

The cold wind bit right through her

But it didn’t really matter

They were evenly matched

Well, at least for a time

It was the identifying feature

On her breast

The Tattoo..