Even If You're Not Listening

I Cut a Hole In My Shoe So You Could See My Soul

So I sit in this cheap bar, depleted, flat broke,

Surrounded by cigarette stubs and second-hand smoke,

Other than that a faint essence of cheap perfume mixed with sweat,

But your eyes remind me of a thousand sunsets,

And your smile reminds me of why I come here each and every night,

On the off chance that it might happen this time,

Tonight we may speak or even converse,

A situation I repeatedly rehearse,

An image conjured in my mind,

A gift from God his perfect design,

You sit beside me you feel so close,

You wish you could be somewhere else,

You didn’t say that but I could see from your eyes,

You’re caught up in life, love taught you lies,

You whisper gently, your voice is soft,

Your breath is cold, I lean across,

You kiss me back your taste is sweet,

You see the beauty underneath,

And if you are to be my Belle,

Then I will save you from this hell,

Save you from the doom and gloom,

Of the speculation in a crowded room,

The brutes, the perverts, the lager fuelled thugs,

The social impurities of this dingy club,

But behold the unpleasantness of imagination,

For all a dream my fictitious creation,

A dream which has now so miserably ceased,

And I have succumbed to the woes of beauty and this beast.