Could it be
she was haunted by past faces?
Which made
any future with her a thing of the past
For she now
judged by past cases?
Told him
she had heard it all before,
The same
phrases;
Why do I
keep getting people of your kind
Haunting
the same places?
He always
seemed to be in a hurry to go
Choosing to
end up exactly where he was before.
No strings
attached or inclination to get tied down.
No time for
roots to take hold
For his
heart is full of wanderlust
And his
mind always raring to go
Making a
relationship with him
A wonder
were it to last.
Her mind
already made up
She excused
herself, to go and fix her makeup.
He gulped
down another beer
And thought
she really didn’t need it.
Both
getting back into role: in a tragic romance drama.
Masks had
been cracking and facades had been slipping;
The heart’s
sphinx caught sleeping.
Caught up
in his own web
Seeing his
chance like sand through his fingers slowly ebb
For all he
knows is how to keep his distance
And now
that it was needed the most
The bottom
of his heart would not come to his assistance.
So he
resorted to the same words but now said with meaning.
Hoping she
would not take them as demeaning.
She was ill
at ease;
Always had
been a tease.
For once
found one she really hoped to please.
But even as
she leaned in for the kiss
Her hands
were pushing him away, willing him to cease.
Though in
the back of her mind
She willed
him her heart, will and soul to seize.
Checked
into hotel California
It really
had been easy for their cases had been packed
It was not
as if it’s space that they lacked-
For their
hearts were empty places.
Yet for
once it all sucked
Leaving was
not going to be as clean or easy.
Maybe not
even an option though they already had;
Packed
cases.
