In the chambers of this weathered mind
Memory seeps and pools
Like flooding streets

Ships of thought
Sail a blinding mist
On seas of no return

Hope is devoured
Like Suns in a black hole
Echoes in a dream
True love in this madness

Your name I say over and over.
I love how its kind shape feels
as it rolls over my tongue.

The first lie is the hardest
all others
are easy