We seem like capital cities apart...
Everyone seems to be moving on...
My eyes are of poison ivy,
itching 'til I can no longer see...
Discern me no more for you
can't carve my dreams...
When varying moods are expressed,
When emotions take the form of words...
Paralleled
I found you...
Best laid plans are often found
hidden and cowering...
A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent...
Apocalyptic sunrise -
soft skies of electric blue...
It takes up residence inside of your petulant...
The angry indecision that causes you so much pain...
Underneath this smile
lies a broken heart...
The objective of a heart is
to defeat time...
Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it...