Destructive.

Destructive.

A heart that twirls a thousand twirls becomes slower than the world,
the moment it's lovers beat disappears into the arms of another heart.
It could've worked out in another time in place, just not here and now.
For, the lover of a lover is a destructive kind that slowly tears apart.

The memories of what could have been awake at night in dreams,
causing the soul of a broken life to slowly fall into another world.
As hope disappears overcoming with frustration in the mind,
the moment a lovers lover becomes a destructive kind of heart.

One beat stop, as the other goes on and on.
One life freezes, the other indulges in happiness.
Just one, not two; Oh how I wish it were you.