Weight of Words

Epiphany

In the middle of the night,
my dancing eyes in the dark.
No lingering thoughts of you,
I guess it lost that spark.

It took a little bit for me to pay attention,
to notice it wasn't anything with good intention.

If I said it doesn't hurt, I'd be lying.
You all but happened to me in
the knick of bad timing.

I have what seems to be the worst kind of taste,
Blinded to the truth by his beautiful face.

Devil is in the detail..
Mind games from the man with a charm.
An intellectual,
that will have your intuition disarmed.