Walk on afterwards without a backward glance.
You've made your choice, voiced you inner imagery,
And stolen more than one home plate in your time.
You can't resist things that sparkle in the moonlight.
I want to arrest your heart, but you could care less.
I want something about me to be special to that place in you head.
Fallen faces in the dark, losing battles with the stars.
Will I be special when my arms are tied behind my back
And the lonliness returns without mercy?
I'll wait to feel the water on my thighs
And never steel another glance at the stars
If only I could be the one who knows your secrets.
© 2004 LM Hutchings