To what do I owe the pleasure? You walked into my life one day My nights were cold My soul was sold A price I had to pay To what do I owe the pleasure? My walls were set to fall Let you in, to walk right out Over a fleeting moment Of denial and self doubt The flames were snuffed Before they could burn out To what do I owe the pleasure? Never easy to walk away Find myself staring at the clock Hard to distinguish night from day Trying to keep my demons at bay Face my fears, come what may What is it now you want to say? To what do I owe the pleasure? Will things still be the same? As they were when what used to be; Countless memories of you and me Recalling the meaning of being free Eyes closed to the truth we couldn't see To what do I owe the pleasure? Maybe it's time to face the truth I was nothing more than a paper boat Sailing a stormy sea, barely afloat On sailor's hymn and a siren's note To what do I owe the pleasure? No lighthouse yet to guide me ashore A beacon so bright, it could pierc the night My time has come… It's fight or flight Vision is blurry, mist shrouding my sight Cannot cling unto something elusive so tight Yet I've held on with all my might To what do I owe the pleasure? Maybe we'll find each other one day Our words to write, our worlds collide It may just be a beautiful demise When there's nothing left to say except To what do I owe the pleasure? Title: Paper Boat (To What Do I Owe the Pleasure?) By: Hades [13/05/2019] #instapoetry #poetry #instapoem #poem #poetsofinstagram #lankanpoet #throwback #memories #reflection #mood #feeling #paperboat #towhatdoiowethepleasure #hadeslovesyou https://www.instagram.com/p/CAIXVaZnKv5Neu-xZSJj2plRPcU_D6Sf_JQcJY0/?igshid=1hnuddpkxtbku
