Too Deep. Too Far.

I

I met you once,

and we played a game.

A game of hearts and smiles

and flirty conversation

And we played like

we had nothing to loose

We played like it was nothing

more than a game

Just the two of us.

But it was more than us,

It was us

And her

And my family

And your past

And my past

And every insecurity

That lay between us.

II

You were like a rose,

after it’s been cut

And bound

And sold

And admired

And passed around

And it lay dry and withered

on a kitchen table

No one wants a dry rose,

So they throw you away.

But if they took a second

they’d see

If you peel away

the delicate armor

Your heart is a silken rosebud

nested deep inside.

III

I was like storm

Violent and changing

I accidentally ripped you apart

Trying to pull you

into the peaceful eye

of the mess I had made

I broke you apart,

But you let me

And all I want

is to put you back together

But no one wants a storm

Violence is frightening

Sure, they like the rain

They’re enthralled

By the thunder

But no one wants a storm

Except you

Even through I broke you

You wanted me

IV

And despite it all we played

But now we’ve played too far

And our flirty conversation

Has been turned to an art

But now we’ve crossed a line

And we played our hands open

We’re in too deep

It’s double or nothing

And we lost it all

All we have left to bet

Is our hearts