Widow's Wounds

The heel of my tongue runs dry Heat-sick in July I'm greening my thumbs I'm tired Been rinsing my palms of scarlet Cause I cant stand the violence You make a passed-pawn a target Heat sets on the grass Won't pattern my Johns I'm tarnished I'm vending my thorns at market Cause I cant stand to hide it What if I was loved right From the start When I was young And full of heart Kiss-cast's a mismatch There you are Wishing I was younger Full of heart Serene to latch on to something Hard to lift the mask Being beckoned by brawny substance Those tender twines tend to tire Over turning out through and fine Blinkered maybe it's all or nothing Won't you see the glass hangs Water-full, with gumption Think that maybe it's all for something new What if we were loved right From the start When we were young Full of heart Kiss-cast's a mismatch Here we are Wishing to be younger And full of heart What if we were loved right From the start When we were young And full of heart Kiss-cast's a mismatch Here we are Wishing to be younger You're full of heart