Minutes to Minutes
“Minutes to minutes
All for this lust
Don’t know your name
You know my disgust
In this place
You know I wanna get out
You take my hand
Lead me about
Through the back door
We leave this place
The glow of dim streetlights
Illuminate your face
Weeks to weeks
Months to months
You sleep in my arms
I feel like we’ve rushed
Into things together
I’d call you my spouse
Only to spend the weekend
At his boathouse
In his arms you slept
Saying its ‘nothing you planned’
As I sat there broken
With the ring in my hand
Years to years
All my mistrust
You took it from me
Like leaves in a gust
Of wind in a field
Clearing the plains
Wish it’d sweep my mind
Clean of your name
That I can’t stand
To hear in my head
As I sleep cold
Alone in my bed.”
© JTL 2012
