Too young to change
Too old to stay the same

I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.

I found you through wakes
Scattered out at sea
Notice! if you pulled on the brake
There'd be nothing for me to see

No sparks, only riddle
A ceased ark, arcs kindled
In stark, on rubble
Ignited and ceased all over

Matchstick love, matched love
Likened to fire, the story told
Fondness strikes, flicked desire
Ignited and ceased all over

Torched knife, feelings scorched
Once melted, now hardened
Now breaks, once settled
Ignited and ceased

All over

I wish you knew
That i knew