Compromising Position

It started out as a transition

When I made a stupid decision

What could it hurt? I said to myself

While waiting love that sits on that shelf

I thought hard about it for a long while

Enjoying the looks, mischievous smile

I’m a sucker for that, you probably know

So I ended up staying when I should have let go

Can you think, stop and think? my brain was pleading

But I ignored it, and I hadn’t even been drinking!

I couldn’t refuse, I freely admit it

Maybe thought I could outwit him?

Whatever, it matters not now—

The why, the when, and even the how

I screwed up, we all know, now sadly

But it was only love that I wanted so badly

And I ended up in that compromising position

While I was committed, he was only fishing.



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