We share moments of grace
And we love the bones of the bird
That flies around our blooming fantasy
Collecting paper notes written in your own text.
We sit by the water
Coming to terms with loss
Objecting against the need for revenge
We swirl out drinks to create a pattern
But we can’t fall in.
You cry for your dearest
Thinking about him
Creates tension in your mind
And your screams reverberate.
I take your elegant hand
And look deeply into the eyes of fire
I tell you that you must confess and lose the rage
Or the world we’ve built will sadly fail.
Every moment aches for tenderness
Your bones are tentative, and your voice crackles,
I’m losing you to inner conflicts,
Even when your photogenic face keeps its shape,
And your skin stays soft.
We are the forgotten
You knew that
We ran away
For a momentous future
Now I fear you’re becoming undone.
The lick of paint on the car
The red and blue
The rust has been abolished there,
Though, there’s still rust on your mind,
And a deep hatred for the world.