'what if'
where did my baby go‽
withe the lights down low‽
easier to pretend we don't know
what we can't see happening, but
seeing isn't the only way to believe
lighting the fire of candle flickers, but
keep the seat warm for me even if
i'm not coming home tonight, but
there's more than one way, so
the easiest way to complicate it is:
so bad guilt can't make it worse, but
because the night belongs to us
every road goes one way, but
sitting in the wrong seat to drive
if you hit the brakes you buy it
adapted to the nocturn, but
addicted to the thrill of 'what if'
my baby talks to ghosts, but
money spends the same in hell
well-trained in the art of cliche, but
force of a rhyme and ascetic principle
the direction of intrepid rebellion, but
can't be that lost with nowhere to go but up
i never know the right thing to say, but
i say everything i can even if i don't know
that's what a silver lining is, but
friendlier, learning to love the distance
i meant your other left, but
i don't have a name for this yet
where did my baby go‽
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say
:::WARNING:::
not for what you understand
:::WARNING:::
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
:::WARNING:::
or you may not
Comments (1)
Well written! Great work!