Under the glow of the rather dim lights,
I avert my gaze,
Away from your warm, bright eyes
For I am afraid,
Terrified to fly
Into the sunshine
That is your smile.
I used to think,
And still I do think,
What I wouldn't give
--Really, what wouldn't I give?--
For a beauty like this,
This pulsing moment, this gift?
For
You have seen me and my...ah, idiosyncrasies,
Yet you stay right here with me.
And something I know: you have bared your soul.
Its glistening rawness has drawn me close. And
Beneath the night sky is born my smile
as
My wish comes true tonight:
To gaze on you, learn of your mysteries,
And be a part of your journey,
My sweet.
It's an opportunity...
Now we lie here, at this time.
Oh, this is real,
This is real, and we want it all tonight.
We're unafraid, unashamed of the fire,
And besides
We're out of sight.
I...I can't seem to think;
The scorching is too great! The heat
It drives me insane,
Pouring fire into my veins
And it looks like you feel the same...
So why don't we begin?
Wait.
Now you and me, we must choose carefully,
Try to think straight despite all of this.
One thing we know: we want this although
We'd be veering off on the wrong road.
So under the dim lights, you and I decide
Tomorrow in pain is not worth the pleasure tonight.
We're unprepared for the regrets, the secrecy;
Complex lives we lead already, you see.
Our bond's an opportunity,
Let's not waste it.
YOU ARE READING
The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
