bettieblueeyes

You can have your fairy tales..


I fell in love with a dirty old man, son of bitch did it better than anyone.

Is there any simpler connection than a dirty old man and a lost young girl?

There aren't as many differences as one would think or would want to.

Neither of us could bother to care about going in the wrong direction.

I think we both kinda liked it that way. It made shit more interesting.

He told stories I couldn't believe, I showed him things he couldn't.

We were never nice, thought that made being sweet that much more.

I heard of all his women, always felt more like him then one of them.

Late nights led into early mornings; there was no time for being tired.

But time is a bastard and always gets it way, not even the fastest horse's can escape.

The monotony began to set it in; self destruction is only fun for a little while.

Beer, smoke and sex all began to taste the same, dust covered everything.

Weary minds made for harsh words and ours were of the spiteful variety.

Me and that dirty old man became me and the miserable old prick.

Soon after that we both turned our backs, our bodies went separate ways.

Heart and souls don't separate so easy, these two were meant to be.

Time would prove this to be true. Time isn't easy and it sure isn't kind but it's always honest.

It had had its way with him and let the old man die,I wasn't as ready to let him go so I buried him deep inside,made him a part of me

A dirty old man inside a young girl's heart, a love that lasts forever.