Another untitled feeling

The walls are tumbling down,, brick by brick

it's a hopeless place for two fools in love

questions unanswered and words unspoken
understanding that time is the road to commitment and truth

three words,, that are supposed to explain it all, can't express all these mixed up feelings.

it's poisonous and poetic,, the perfect muse to trigger the pain ...

like fire and gasoline ...

we'll watch it burn in flames.