As I descend towards a fatal thrall
The landscape plots and twists in my demise...
You've gotten so good at destroying yourself.
You implode with the soft gospels of the past...
she was overwhelming,
so you buried her away...
I know a place which still I keep warm
Whenever I'm lost, in my mind it would form...
In the mirror
a place time forgot...
I want to tell her about you,
how you're not the kind of loneliness...
In springtime first I spied you fair
and lovely as a fleeting dream...
The pavement their pitch
a busker and an addict...
As trees keep falling
The sound they make would be us...
In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss...
If my heart was a rose
Would it be as black as the ashes of your love...
A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...