Infinatesimally Broken

Don't fear now
Home is just around the corner
Beneath the streetlamps
You are a shade short of beautiful
If you're not to scared
To decend the slopes of your high hill
I'd like to take you home now.

Brushing up
Your breaths are pools of lace
You'd never know it
To see your icy face
But you're not at home
Beneath these night sounds
I'm not an enemy
Anymore, just a shoulder to lean on.

It's not war
Just a skirmish on the border
Of alcohol and happiness
Counting down the court
At fifty hustling paces
I'm not a common criminal
For seeing you safetly back
To pools of light and friendly faces.