A Sorta Fairytale

To play it safe while tempting unknown dangers
always,at the end of the day
finding that comfort only amongst the arms of strangers.

An aching heart with more rooms than a mansion
furnishing with experience before it's out of date
every many single moment with a sense of passion.
A hidden agenda before my time grows too late.

I find,though briefly,a home in your caress.
My distress suddenly forgotten,if only for that moment
or if lucky,for a few.

Making pretend for real,that each moment will last
and in the tangled clinging I feel,this time might be my always.
My evermore
My future history's past.