Easier Than The Truth
And a late
Phone call
Well too late
2 am
Instead
Dates
By 12:30 am
Elegantly late
Loud music
Rather
Conversations
Overheard
Voices
Not in my
Head
But on the
other Line
Easier
Said
Than
Done
Actions
No longer
Accountable
For
Truth
Hurts
More than lies
But Lies
Are
Easier
Than the
Truth
Worried Shoes
And I'll write this
As I'm driving out
The town I'm staring
Down
As the sun sets
Over the skyline
Packed up
Sadness
Just
Carted to
Another town
And grown up
Emotionally
To leave
her
Never mentally
But physically
From her touch
Her smell
One day
This
It'll bring
Her
And me back
But
Until that day
Comes
Arrival
I won't
Be late
For Sleep's Sake
And at night
After we stay up
Until the wee
Hours of the morning
Talking
And staying up
For the sake of
Staying up
And after
I wait those
Last few
Minutes
Until I know
That you're
Asleep
I listen to you
Breathe
and how
You
Subconsciously
Nestle
Towards me
I smile
and Kiss you
Softly
On your forehead
Closing my eyes
Only to meet
You
Shortly
In our dreams...
I'm Coming Home
And a year
After
After the
Last
And the last
Two years
Ago
Before that
Sitting
Window side
Of the plane
Taking me back
To where it
Started
Miles
Pass under
The clouds
As they once
Passed
Under my feet
The good
Bad
And evil
Sanctuary
And
Battlefield
Lace them
Up
Daily
Even when it
Hurts
As I'm stepping
Off
The all
Familiar
Smell
I know
This is
Where
What
I'm doing
I'm coming
Home
