Another place,
another time,
another twinkle in eyes caught between awkward glances of
crowded social scenes,
another breeding ground for apathy to tire me into difference.
Now that I'm numb,
places I
run from,
knowing you're on the cusp,
and the final blow,
just like everyone else.
Just stop,
sweet love, shame and pride.
The sun turns to an evening as party entertainments fall.
Oh,
it's only, I am thinking now.
Please
return
to me.
It's so hard to take that I might break.
I'm discovering
that there's so much to consider
once in a while.
And most of all,
I'm too late,
but I'm still stuck on you.
Time has taught us this much.
Honesty is the cornerstone of trust.
What's the tell of truth?
I'm tired of watching clubs.
Waiting for endings of evenings that never seem to stop.
And
short of calm,
to places I've never been.
I'm numb, places I run from,
you saw it all
fall to pieces.
Now it's so hard to take that I might break.
I'm discovering that there's so much to consider once in a while.
And most of all,
I'm too late,
but I'm still stuck
on you.