son of gods from ancient Venice

 

He walks in bold, a quiet menace,

Like a son of gods from ancient Venice.
Flicks his lighter, sparks the flame—
What’s he proving? What’s his game?

One more second, you draw near,
Is it my looks, or soul sincere?
We barely spoke, but still you cast
The same old shadow from my past.

You know me—wild, a heart on fire,
Caught in storms of sweet desire.
I can’t control what’s deep inside,
This love I feel, I cannot hide.

Oh, I repaint that faded frame,
Same old love, same burning shame.
A thousand wounds I’ve wrapped in trust—
Now tell me, who’s left to believe in us?

If you could see inside my chest,
The nights I wept while others rest.
Under Saigon’s neon sky,
Alone with truths I can’t deny.

Would you still reach out and stay,
If you knew the games I play?
The girl who lies, who hides behind—
Would she still be worth your time?

I never knew your thoughts, your plan,
You said, “Let go, just be a man.”
Four hours close, no need for speech,
Only silence in our reach.

I told myself, “Don’t climb too high,”
I’ve fallen hard, I’ve learned to cry.
I see the end before the start—
Still, I’d give you one more part.

Let me be soft, just once, just now,
Your presence warm, your breath, your vow.
I know your love was never mine,
But in your arms, it felt divine.

I listened close, your secrets shared,
Your trembling hand, how much you cared.
Though in your eyes, I saw the void—
A kind of love already destroyed.

You didn’t see the mask I wore,
Or all the pain I kept in store.
You only saw a face, a spark—
Not the shattered, hidden dark.

Maybe tomorrow, you’ll regret—
The night we met, the things we let.
But for tonight, please let it be—
Just your broken soul, and broken me.