A blank canvas, a cliché on its own
should I paint a heart...

Gazing at the shoreline
realisation ripped his soul...

Born in blood
love blankets the pain...

Too easy to yearn for the simpler times
when everything was colourful...

A trunk stands proudly with its toes in the earth
looking much like two people in a tight embrace...

A slave to another morning
awoken by fate and those chosen paths...

Storing moods can eat you from within,
the disappointment, the noise, the din...

I felt my mind warp as it decided to slow,
slipping into a abyss when I wanted to grow...

You both grow so much every day,
yet in my eyes you will always remain my baby...

Whenever he desired solitary existence
the castle called his name...

Nature brought us together,
enough false dawns between us...

My entire existence could be lived in the fast...
but an anchor weighs heavy from my mind...