Day: Jun 10, 2021

I come to my senses,

No battlegrounds and no defenses.

I come to my senses

As she’s breaking down the fences.

There’s a wicked crowd chasing me,

My own fault, my only legacy.

(Even if I had to slay him,

Did I have to do it statim?)

But the whirling thoughts don’t last

Whenever her dark eyes meet mine.

She’s the future, she’s the past,

And for her I walked the line.

So, she gathers her contacts,

Enforces all the contracts.

My spine lightly tingles

As she holds me while they gather and mingle.

I must keep my focus.

It takes a village to save a killer.

We both know my crime was bogus,

Just a conversation filler.

But I come to my senses,

No peace and no crooked lenses.

I come to my senses,

She’s reimbursing the expenses –

All those finishing touches

I gifted to her dying trust…

Now my low-budget duchess

Sweeps away the rust.

And I come to my senses,

The air around us tenses.

We’re surrounded,

Blindsided.

Our eyes meet and we agree to take our chances.

Between bullets and enemies

Is where we found our peace.

No battlegrounds and no defenses.

-JW