Time

Time is the great master who says
a lesson to learn is never late in turn

I was wrong, he said
I was cold and colorless, he said

but I wonder

if he truly remembers
the love I cooked up all along
if he longs for my rhythm
and then dances with a porno on the weekends
if the site of my eyes
would still make his knees buckle
or if he'll run away again
into a trance
of lying bits of song

You had me, you know

Inflamed in a bitter taste now
to have you in my bed all made
you'd shake earthquakes
you'd grip my face and make me whisper
what I want

too late for that, I say
too damn late for that, I say

Skin's folly is nothing new
it's the piece missing in your stare
I want to learn about
that piece that has never been taken seriously
by your hazy eyes

I know the depth I could look into you
makes you shudder with regret
I can take your hand to my chest
and show you how my heart beats
without any love there
how hard I am inside from all
sharp turns it dragged me into
I'd show you my honeyed skin
my cherry lips
resting naked on the memory
of your sin

Time finally taught me to let go of
the damage you've done
the hopes you took me away from
the dreams my heart offered to you
but you still got lessons to learn too
because you are always late

You are always too damn late, I say