So many paths to choose from.
I always pick the wrong one.
An insane little girl into S&M and self mutilation.
What would mommy think of me now?
This isn't what she wanted for her daughter.
Scarlet teardrops mark my trail
like bread crumbs.
I can't see them at night anyway.
I was lost and disoriented and yet,
How did I pick the path that led to you?
Hazel eyes haunt me as I sleep
Causing memories to surge through my head.
Shivers run down my spine
As I remember your ardent kiss,
Your gentle caress,
Your look of relentless desire.
Couldn't you direct it towards me once more?
I promise I'll be good.
But then again, what's an empty promise worth?