Late Hours

Throw a twist and turn into my tale

Ride to this fairytale of ours 

A ride to the latest hour 

Scar my back with happily ever afters

A gentle reminder of the emptiness on the opposite side

A gentleman never kisses and tells

But I can’t help but notice

Your gentle mirage always seemed to fail

And we all know I’m not the only one

And you don’t even know my name

A haunting groaning every night

That makes you cling to sheets so tight

Begging for a morning that never came

Only mourning and shame