Lost in a half-lit room that contains half-lit peeps,
A half-lit room that never really sleeps,
Romances that range from weekly to weakly,
We tiptoe through life both mildly and meekly.
I would never have guessed that while in such a place,
That I would find comfort in a strangers embrace,
Pulled from the gloom and into the light,
In my quest to uncover a knight of the night.
Creative, gentle and eager to save,
Brilliant and funny and just what I crave,
But kamikaze princess not content with happy ending,
Like a deer in the headlights; relationship pending.
The decision is reached before the debate,
Accept your future and swallow your fate,
Fear unpacked from Father Times van,
Carpe Diem or turn and run as fast as you can.
Tipsy on intensity and drunk on mystery,
Cross her palm with silver and know her history,
The past now past and over the other,
Blemish now small enough for new friends to smother.
This stranger will see through my tired stare,
This peep show revealing my soul stripped bare,
And in the dark he will find a soft glow,