The eyes of someone who cares
A heart skips a beat
And in turn a glance turns to a promise
A break in our hurtful lifestyle
And a second turns to a moment
The hopes of what may be to come
Like the record played on repeat
A step turns to a leap
The mind shuts down
Leaving nothing to the conscience
There is no may not
Just a may be
And with this we decree
That love at first sight
Is nothing but a dim light
Hard to see
And cause of failure we flee
But there is always that what if…
That one slight riff
Of which replays on a chance you wish you had taken
Before you went and got bruised and broken
Where’d this island go?
Where we retreat to take a break from defeat
Love like a foreign language
Never easy to tell what was made to salvage.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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