On and off and on again,
a cycle that regulates, results hate.
Only a heart, one of stone would be able to take this weight.
How can two apart, stay awfully sane?
A chain so fused but yet so frail...

The chains of two hearts shatter mercilessly at the exposure to friendship,
for one does not see and the other does not hear.
Having their senses tuned down to just so mere.
Treasuring their nights of standing tall for when the sun seeps,
they'd have to shadow amongst the masts of the sails...

As you lay down to rest, prayers fill the night sky.
Little voices flooding the plain like little angels in rhapsody
and as the cotton candied clouds come coolly,
a hand come pulls this blanket of lies.
Til' morning in the depths of this unfound cavern...

For now only did the sun rise and seemly would not set,
twenty six o eight o five - only some see the drift.
Cause it's the first time for her, her first whiff.
To unwrap would most probably end in eyes draped wet,
but it's always a surprise to see something out from the oven...
posted by delete at 02:14