Crooked Conversation

Don't leave so soon.

Maybe let's chat.

Let's sit under that great big moon

And we'll talk about just that.

You listen carefully

I open my mouth...

I'm from a no where land.

A town that's really just a neighborhood.

It's name is everything but grand.

There are no secrets

Everyone's a parrot.

Raised in a town of little gossips

No one acts like true grownups.

.... time passes,

I tell you how I feel.

What do you mean, "is this real?"

What else did you expect?

I usually choose the worst for my best.

This I must and do confess.

I can't say my life is no mess.

I settle for something only second best.

I admit I don't pursue Him hard.
Infact, sometimes not even at all.

Silence fills the empty space.

We sit there starring face to face.

I sit there waiting to hear your response.... ....

Uncaring and selfish, I move on.
Self absorbed in my own little world...
Something grabs hold of it and I realize

Enough about me, what about you?

What's behind those eyes I see?

What kind of man will you turn out to be?

Are you someone who's trustworthy?

Or will you break every part of me?