With eyes full of tears
and defenses disarmed
I found myself crying
in the warmth of your arms
a heart broken and bleeding,
a soul aching and ripped
soon found comfort and solace
in the warmth of your lips.
and in a maze of our of minds,
and a tangle of tongues,
intertwined were our fingers,
as words spilled from our lungs.
it was poetic justice,
for a battle long fought,
as the princess lay captured,
and the captor lay caught.
and i let you be fooled,
though i knew from the start
that as i lay sleeping,
you stole a piece of my heart.