mistakes were made
you made them before
tripped up by
the gentle eyes of a whore
a whore for love, comfort, support
using, defying
the contrite course
exacting the plays of
the life force

catalyst love presents
like a dream
flares go up
and your eyes turn green

following the path of
best laid plans
pretending to utter
soul calls of a man
and all at once
the sheen appears
to lay you out for
all those years
to turn you inside out
of fears

when time passes
you see what you’ve done
makes no sense
and the love you shun
c’mon and cry
cry for what you grieve
let your heart unwind
was it just make believe?