The lingering charcoal taste of bridges left burned
reminders of the charred lesson that were learned
Never fan the hot embers or start the flame
with a smoldering guilt you will hold the blame
Left scorched by the heat of passion and desire
your name they will curse by the flickering fire
Swear by the hot torch it should never have started
you will always taste the ashes from the broken hearted
Jolly Roger
