I am not
Your knight
In shining armor

I'm sorry
I am just
A wounded warrior

we get
too busy
thinking about
the next move
we forget
about the piece
in our hand.

She
became
one of the
bridges
I hoped
she'd burn
down.

Our knees touch and mine goes weak
We sit here face to face, I can hear the walls creak
From the weight of the words that I couldn't speak
Our eyes would lock and I wish you could see
The words and the cries that **** me underneath

Like a random word
spoken over and over again
until it ceases to become one
its essence slowly dying
as it drifts away from my tongue

i think of you a thousand times
hoping against the odds
that by repeating the memory
the pain – slowly will be gone

You were art
I was just passing by

But the stars must have aligned
‘Cos your eyes looked into mine

I stopped dead in my tracks
And slowly turn your way

In these halls, I took my time
In front of you, I stayed

Oh I’d wish nothing more
Than to take you as my own

But you were art
Behind a velvet rope

You were art
I’m not allowed to touch

You were art
And the museum is closing.