I manipulated hearts today-
Without guilt I was in control
and it felt good.

With my own hands
I cut them,
With my own hands
I felt them,
With my own imagination
I twisted them until they fit just right.
Just like placing stars in
the magic of the night.

I cut out paper hearts today,
Twenty four of them.
It all seemed perfect,
One heart for every hour-
In a day,
That we're apart.

I moved them,
The hearts,
And shaped them-
And spread them apart,
Like time zones between here,
And Australia.

If only there wasn't a time zone bewteen us,
If only there wasn't your destiny and mine-
If somehow these hearts could beat together;
The rhythm to a love song-
But they cannot...

They're paper thin
hoping to win,
The hands of someone
to hold them.

Sometimes
The darkness invades
And the blade
Calls my name
And I
Am so
Tempted
To answer.

Wide, high,
and infinite with clarity.
Yet despite my tries,
the opposite of my mentality.
More than anything
I want to mirror the skies.
Just like the seas
full of their tides.
Full of their waves
and yellow eyes.
And in the end
the seas no lie.
And in the end
just like the sky.
And in the end
nothing of mine.