The Toll of Our Emotional Currencies

Morning Light Does another at this moment deserve your heart,a lifetime Role as your bringer of light.Though i was bestowed No promise to sign,waited for no ink to dry,i surrender still to Lonely nights,in the company of dead stars,asking to no one in particular Why now? Every word you unmask is neon paradise Leave me breathless,keeps me in tune,while The crescent moon,fades outside with the winter gloom,as i account for Another cowardice move,i would trade it all for a braver mood Three months into two delightful seasons,on two Different places,i became a better man;when i left my beating heart With you,as our embrace slowed time,just a friendly reminder,it was hard to Keep my mouth shut,until now Heard the seagulls above our sandcastles,awaiting for something Other than a choking hazard,what i been fed was too large a morsel for my heart Now the line is lost,in layers of thick sand.Who shot the hourglass? Was it me,or your bloodied hands,with a smoking gun Your prince,with what army?Challenges me silently without mercy I vow,surrendered,we joined clans,a harsh winter would shatter both our plans. His maiden,remembers me,dances to my songs,returns my kind gestures But a permanent tattoo on her soul still calls your name,i guess i lose But we must await,the choosing of how we feel Til morning light reveals,only one lifeboat on this sinking ship Our neon paradise,left undiscovered,empty and lost Do you understand now,my darling,how much my love cost?