There are nights,
Where words become...

Love is fleeting,
But then again...

The moment,
I stopped...

It is fragile,
To live and to die...

When living in the moment is harder,
Than the moment being lived...

But honey, is it enough for you?
I asked...

And I am longing,
I am aching...

Innately,
Without thought...

Feelings,
Are too hard to feel...

She couldn't find stability in things that were...
And only felt alive when things went astray...

And I missed it all.
The way feelings really felt, the way words really...

Just dance around a heart,
And never make a home...