Their judging eyes, she was on trial. With every glance, a bitter denial. Walk tall my friend, Until the end. The Strut of Life’s worthwhile.
After a fight, a rebound. Night after night they found Their love a mystery, With so much history… Let’s go another round.
She wanted his attention. Badly, and not to mention, It’d been so long Without a song. An unwelcome suspension. It may have not been the best. His demeanor, very stressed. ‘Though it risky, She felt frisky. Her gamble survived the test.
Her own issues caused this gap. Letting herself, succumb to the trap Of Sadness and Fear For things held Dear Just trying to make another lap.