Imagine this if you will-
Us perched in a forest somewhere,
Throwing pebbles downhill,
A certain energy in the air.

Our feet were dangling,
Our hearts entwined.
My words-strangling.
Your eyes-blind.

Sitting in a still isolation,
We heard Natures applauds.
The world truly was our creation.
That was the moment we were Gods.

I feel better out of love.
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.

Love drags us down,
Paranoids us,
Like a loner in a ghost town.

Yes, it makes my legs shake,
As if I were standing on low
Ground during an Earthquake.

Perfection at my finger tips,
They always leave,
And I just bite my lips.

"It is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all,"
They say, eyes glossed.

That would be true if you were gone,
But my mind,
lost in its own way, can't move on.

To be in love
With a figment
Is something I cant get rid of.

This is why I feel better out of love,
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.

Do you ever wonder what could be
If cold stones in the street
Brought you home to me?

Do you ever wonder why
Eyes burned down to be blind?
It's what brought me to lie.

Do you ever wonder how
We smiled and laughed?
My dear, it was just a show.

Do you ever wonder who?
Cursed with untitled emotion,
It was always you.

Do you ever wonder when?
When was the point
Where I'd not know where you'd been?

Do you ever wonder where I am?
Spaced between continents,
The love sale was a sham.

Upon the summer days,
We’d run around in a craze.
Fears and worries set aside,
We set our souls free and glide.

Young and blind,
You know our kind:
Wild like a new born pup,
Only wanting to grow up.

We mature into our ears,
And dance across the years.
We pounce together,
Feet as light as a feather.

Our energy runs out,
And our lips begin to pout.
We slowly being to wilt,
And our posture starts to tilt.

Dancing to a slower beat,
We feel not so complete,
Our childhood has flown by,
And time forces us to comply.

You’re old now,
With a bead of sweat on your brow.
Should have held on tighter,
Should have proven you were a fighter.

Your eyes still show that twinkle,
As you earned every wrinkle.
You’re still a child inside,
Two parts of you like Jekyll and Hyde.

Do not lay your body upon my heart.
Quivering as it is would be a bad start.
You wont grow, for I have an infertile soul,
But I assure you I'm quite whole.
Problem is the lack of sunshine,
And a consciousness drawn by a thick line.
While I love you,
As you wait for our debut,
Do not lay your body upon this work of art,
For it simply would not be smart.
You wont grow, for i have an infertile soul,
But I assure you,  I'm only partial troll.