"P" is for Paradox and other such boys
You fell into my line of vision--
A dancer of sorts
Caught in a stream of dizzying spins
You stumbled over my lap and looked unsure
Your eyes were alive then
Your face caught fire you were so embarassed
I smiled uneasily, admiringly,
And when you realized what you had done
Your face twisted in "moral" repugnancy
"I'm in love with her", you said
I didn't question your sincerity
The fear crawled across your face like a spider
It creeped into your throat
And spun intricate webs of words
Logically I understood,
But my lust cried louder than reason
Reveries of rough sweaty hands clouded my thoughts
Fantasy filled my mind with fog, dense with passion and sex
...and your uncertain, curling lips,
They were swelling with confidence and blood
But soon enough the dream ceased
And you cowered away from my gaze
That kind of gaze
I am no martyr
I can't rescue you from yourself
The excuses stick to your face
And dangle on a diamond-studded string
Dribbling down your chin and eluding your tongue
The charm is worn across my neck
And it will sparkle with the remnants of your truth
Until the dance ends
The gems will turn to ash
And their will be no one left to dazzle
Wearily I stretch out my arm
In hopes to evade the confusion
A friend indeed, ha
To you I am a torment to look at
A dancer of sorts
Caught in a stream of dizzying spins
You stumbled over my lap and looked unsure
Your eyes were alive then
Your face caught fire you were so embarassed
I smiled uneasily, admiringly,
And when you realized what you had done
Your face twisted in "moral" repugnancy
"I'm in love with her", you said
I didn't question your sincerity
The fear crawled across your face like a spider
It creeped into your throat
And spun intricate webs of words
Logically I understood,
But my lust cried louder than reason
Reveries of rough sweaty hands clouded my thoughts
Fantasy filled my mind with fog, dense with passion and sex
...and your uncertain, curling lips,
They were swelling with confidence and blood
But soon enough the dream ceased
And you cowered away from my gaze
That kind of gaze
I am no martyr
I can't rescue you from yourself
The excuses stick to your face
And dangle on a diamond-studded string
Dribbling down your chin and eluding your tongue
The charm is worn across my neck
And it will sparkle with the remnants of your truth
Until the dance ends
The gems will turn to ash
And their will be no one left to dazzle
Wearily I stretch out my arm
In hopes to evade the confusion
A friend indeed, ha
To you I am a torment to look at