Before It’s Too Late

I hope galaxies are in your eyes again whenever you look at me.

Here’s something I learned tonight about pain.

It takes time to heal and sometimes there’s just no one there to help heal you,

So you can cry all you want or help yourself until the pain goes away.

But when worse comes to worse, you become dishonored and shamed in your face.

That seems to happen to me every now and again.

Tell me when you’ll love me again.

Please tell me when you’ll love me again.

I swear I’ll always love you ten times as more.

Foolish boy, I love you.

No matter how many times you have hurt me.

If this is what love meant,

Foolish boy, tell me you’ll love me back.

I still see galaxies in your eyes,

Magick in your hair,

And love from the warmth of your soft skin.

And the light from your soft lips.

You’re a galaxy of stars.

Please say you love me.

At least tell me you loved me….

Before it’s too late.