LYRIC FOR SALE

By Willow Tyld

Letter to Sarah

To the woman who I never thought would be
Any woman, other than me
So many things I need to say
Advice to give
Reasons to stay
Words to consider
Things you don’t know
I have demons to slay
And stones to throw.

You have the heart of a man
I used to call mine
I fought and I lost,
And yes, I am fine.
Because our love was tainted, strained, and maligned
Stained with regret and steeped in decline.

To the woman who I never thought would be
Any woman, other than me

He was once a man with charisma and charm
Dripping with affection designed to disarm
But darling, I’ll tell you
His lies are not truth
Intentions not good ones
His motives uncouth

His poisonous beauty
It will play on your soul
Making you weakened
And ready to fool.

You have the heart of a man
I used to call mine
I fought and I lost,
And yes, I am fine.
Because our love was tainted, strained, and maligned
Stained with regret and steeped in decline.




To the woman who I never thought would be
Any woman, other than me


He’ll stare into your eyes
And fill you with hope
By making these promises
Then, cutting the rope.

Then one day, you will wake from it all
Battered and bruised
Sick of it all
You will think of this letter
And you will feel just as small

Because the man that you love,
That used to be mine
He’s more of a monster,
So yes, I am fine.
Because our love was tainted, strained, and maligned
Stained with regret and steeped in decline.


Oh Darling, you’ll wonder
Why you fought for this fool
You’ll desire to be free
from his gravitational pull.

You will wake with a purpose
And a desire to be
Somebody other than a replacement for me.