Another glass of margarita, no may be a tequila
To get through the night and its vile beasts
They walk in, they walk out; but not me
No; not tonight, not till dawn
Here comes another, it’s been a hectic ride so far
Can I keep on? I have to,
It’s not as if I have an option otherwise
Each has their own part to play
This one seems to stand out from the rest
With his weary eyes and forgotten gaze
They say that a man’s eyes talk better than his mouth
So far they have told me nothing but the truth
And I laid down inviting him in, inside
But he seemed confused as he sat beside me
He was questioning himself, reaching for the stars
It was another that he was seeking; not what I had to offer
This was not what I expected, the watery eyes
Usually they are filled red with lust
But in him I see otherwise, something unlike
Something I’ve never seen,
throughout all these lonely nights
He looked ragged in his shabby clothes
And worn out with his passive presence
Something about him made me sad
His mere sight reassured my feelings
I tried to comfort him, as I laid my hand on his back
He looked alarmed, yet he accepted it
He pierced in to the depths I hide deep inside
When I asked him “what’s wrong?”
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