Turned Around

I recall your skin soft and special to my touch
your generous hands and liquid thighs
but now you're turned around. . . turned around
you got turned around
and your girlish charms are an ocean gone dry.

Poetry and songs were the language that you loved
words were treasures truly prized
but now you're turned around. . . turned around
you got turned around
and your voice is false, a weapon in disguise.

Everybody falls from grace
we plummet from the sky
you lead me to this crazy place
where all I do, everyday, is lie.

Every wound you cut is a vision come to me
every gash a bright surprise
'cause I got turned around. . . turned around
I'm all turned around
and I'm bended low, broken, compromised
I'm still searchin' for the truth in your dark eyes.

I'm turned around.





©James Velvet