City Streets

There will always be obstacles on the road. 

~ Keep driving. ~

We're driving down these city streets,

Your hand firmly holding mine.

You stop the car and our eyes meet.

The words spill out of my lips.

I've opened a door to a room we've never been.

You keep driving down these city streets.

There's a hole I'm digging myself in.

I try to reword my thoughts.

One second your eyes leave the road to reach me,

And finally you open up your mouth.

You turn right, almost on my street.

The words flood in my ears.

I already know what you were going to say,

But the words still catch me off guard.

I've never been more afraid.

We're almost on my street.

Now you're driving down my road

About to take the final turn.

I turn away so you can't see where I let my thoughts go.

Your hand's still in mine.

All the thoughts take over me.

I was afraid this was the end of the road,

But then you smile so perfectly.

And, I know we're only at the beginning of our street.

Thoughts change and there's room to grow.

Now you're sharing wonderful thoughts with me.

We'll find a path on our own road.

We'll create our own street.

Your hand still holds firmly mine.

You stop the car and our eyes meet.

You give me a sweet kiss goodnight.

I love driving down these city streets.

Sunglass Eyes

The eyes say all that's in your mind.

~ Put on your sunglasses. ~

Thick white sunglasses cover her green eyes.

You aren't who you say you are.

And she's wearing a whole other disguise,

Hidden far beneath that you'd never recognize.

Oh so lovely, her small talk on the surface.

You think she's hanging on your thread.

But she's got quite a different purpose,

A strategic plan calculated inside her head.

Of course, you think you're making all the moves.

You think she's playing the game you made.

But you're playing by all her rules,

Just another pawn with a name.

You stare deep into her sunglass eyes.

You think you've found your advantage.

But she knows she's your kryptonite,

More than you could ever manage.

You're hiding something down low.

You think it will help you win this game.

But she's got a bigger secret and she knows

All the moves you'll ever make.

Here at this table, now it all seems so sweet.

You almost believe all your lies.

But she can see through all your deceit,

That's why thick white sunglasses cover her green eyes.

Tables

You have the same thing on your minds, but you'll both never know.

~ Pick up the phone. ~

I watch the cars leave the driveways.

They speed away towards lives you'll never know.

You hear the rain on your window,

Drops so delicate, like the edges of my dress now frayed.

You go downstairs to a stale cup of coffee.

I stare at my bowl, like it holds some kind of warning.

My eyes on inked words, it's just another morning.

You turn your head to my chair, but I'm not there.

You have the taste of liquor in your mouth.

I have the taste of words I said.

We sit at our tables thinking about things we regret.

Only one day, but feels like forever now.

A ring is taunting you from the other room.

A tan line is taunting me on my left ring finger.

The ghosts of our words unsaid still linger,

Thick like humidity from a storm in the afternoon.

We're at different tables in scattered places,

But we sit together on opposite sides.

We sit here and contemplate changing our minds.

It can't be over. We've left far too many traces. 

I reach for the phone.

You put it down.

The rain pours outside.

Is it all over now?

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