the night was deep he hadn't know he got to reap what she has sown who cut him deep disturbed his sense so how to creep after feelings so immense was it her who caught his eye was it him who looked back when they walked on by through loudest black pleasure of connection lowest key affection quickly turning sour was this once our? is it wrong he hurts or wishes she was else the angst inside his cells from this easiest of flirts or should I cherish this love long perished when in this mess of sound she chose to turn around