RMC

What have you done now?
I can’t think straight and clouds
have crept away in your light
so I’m a confused little clown.

Dramatic soul I may have
but the last time I felt this way
was years ago my dear I think
that old dragon I will slay.

Toxic is a tropic thunder
asunder I am under a spell.
Approximate is all I call it,
because tomorrow it could be hell.

I’ve triumphed I’m defiant
in the face of failure dear I care
how your smile lights ups
and the gentle sway of your hair.

Calloused soul has me crippled
because I am a wraith today.
I don’t want anything except
to learn your every way.

Let me talk and listen
because I love your sweet voice
that I’d die to give me reason
to hear you say my name by choice.

Don’t you know me?
You said you think you did.
Yes you do because it’s all true,
in the gloom your light hid.

You think I want talk?
You were right about me.
I didn’t think a thing until
you ran to allow me see.

That I can see your pretty eyes
and your gorgeous cheeks
turn this urn of a heart that burns
me down meek.

I hear all the lights
you did too don’t walk away
like you did when I looked
you dead eye in the face.

Tell me your name again
let’s talk awhile while you gleam.
Don’t let me dwindle friend,
to let this light in me die would be mean.

I am what you think,
I have seen you act a fool.
What we think is farce
we need what we need cruel.

You want to know my mind,
in this exquisite point in time?
Every second has you on it,
if you want to let’s commit crime.