From time to time I dream of you,
the facade you're living in.
All dreams awaiting perfect harmony,
to deal the cards of life - since,
the things you're letting out
are creating such agonizing pain.
And, there's no such thing as love -
yet, it's beating at my soul.
With tears pouring out,
aching to be whole.
Causing you to slip from my grasp-
leaving us strangers on the street.
Yesterday was off, the feelings that I felt.
They brought up old memories,
haunting everything within my past.
As, time reflects the agonizing pain,
that churns about in perfect harmony;
causing my mascara to run so rapidly.
And, it happened all over today.
But, somehow differently.
Since, eyelashes and black roses
were all that I could see-
my true love yielded time,
to catch up with time and me.
