Senseless

Groundhog Day is becoming tiring.
I want to sleep it all away.
But in my dreams, 
I live the same day.
I've failed my senses yet again,
never coming back to them.
They've never been right.
But you were different from the rest.
I felt it brewing on the first night.
We had each other laughing on the bar floor.
Even our eyes blushed when we walked through the door.
Restraining smiles every time we talk.

Isn't it lovely to playfully tease?
You broke the barrier,
I followed suit,
just to please.
Converse through pictures on long nights.
Exchange words in the daylight.
But I would've taken the extra shuteye,
had I known about him.
What exactly was it you were trying to do?
An unanswered question with no signs or clues.
Perhaps you are as cold as your eyes lead on.
They are the gems that lead me on.

We're both young,
but I'm naive, 
to think you wanted more than this abyss.
I followed my senses,
yet again,
down a moonlit path of regret.
But this time,
my senses tell me,
I won't forget. 

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