May 2014
When the streetlights
turn their gaze
to the empty roads,
Leave your sight
in chipped glasses
and your love
in tipped wine
on the floor
Burn your gaze
to me
and move your words
through me
with this toxic love
of blinding mercy
to the lonely night
and the longing to share it
with another
until the sobering dawn
or let this be nothing more
than hazy remains
of a bitter night romance
of cheap wine
and empty words
turn their gaze
to the empty roads,
Leave your sight
in chipped glasses
and your love
in tipped wine
on the floor
Burn your gaze
to me
and move your words
through me
with this toxic love
of blinding mercy
to the lonely night
and the longing to share it
with another
until the sobering dawn
or let this be nothing more
than hazy remains
of a bitter night romance
of cheap wine
and empty words
