Anxiously waiting for the night to come.
You always talk,
he says you’re the one.
Your friends try to warn you but you don’t even care.
Perfect outfit, flawless makeup,
three hours spent on your hair.
He walks into the room and every head turns.
You should have walked away,
but the heart never learns.
He takes you upstairs and gets you on your knees.
Now he’s got you,
You’ll do anything to please.
As the sun and horizon meet,
you begin to feel the ground
beneath your feet.
hope is waning,
where yours were aiming.
When the pain sets in and the guilt begins,
he clutches his trophy,
Clock is racing, heart is pacing.
Trying to avoid the reality you’re facing.
You waited for days, but no words will be said.
he casually carves on his bed.