We run in circles,
Circles around each other...

May our tears be a blessing and our scars be...
And always in that order...

How many tics of the tocs, love?
How many more sunlit hours must I succumb to prior...

Allow me to air my admiration
For I cannot speak with my soul...

Whisper soft yet encouraging words
As I muster the strength to overcome...

Amongst that unjust, stagnant correction she lies...
Albeit Withered by thoughts of an undone, riddled...

Yeah; I've been through hell and back many times...
saying that boldly so my alter ego understands...

Time will tell if I look into the wishing well
Promises sink in times faded, a past memory...

There's more to me than what most people realize.
I do my best to not speak on things...

And though my heart was shattered
Ripped, torn...

His eyes pierced mine
I felt him feel me...

The heartbeat stops
she begins to cry...