I can tell you about a detailed bridge,
                from the way it shakes, all the way
                to the breeze and the crashed out waves.
How all the engraved lockets weighed it down,
  and how all the concreted initials debossed into       heart shape cutouts,
                                         that have all corroded apart.

I can tell you the wait for the split,
                            wasn’t really worth it.
                            tiaw eht lla woh
                            .ekats ta saw taht gnihtyreve dellik

                                                 I talk a lot about Icarus
                                                 and how his fall off
                                                 can be measured as a                                                                ­                              
                                  ­               plummet of a                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                     
                           ­                      depressed life willing                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                          to jump across the                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                      bridge, time being that                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                       feeling of limitless.
              
               Burnt out, driving too close to the sun.
               We’ve found the doors were locked
               and uncovered that the key was
               ringed around on the soul
               of someone else's heart.
              


                                                ~ A few imprints
                                                             on
                                                  Love’s Overpass

Don’t get fooled.
Magic and voodoo,
don’t go on getting fooled.
Internet schemes and everyday memes,
don’t go on getting fooled.
A heart in a persons trust,
nah, no don’t go getting fooled.
Love and lust,
yeah a mfer got fooled.

She told me to believe in forever,
but even the evergreens have lied to me.

Apple, berry, and honey.
A giving tree,
a vine’d bush,
and a killer bee.
Fulfillment underneath,
my ice cream.
All in the home,
of the outer layer.
Warm desserts off,
passed down family notes.
Holed out memories,
forgotten the smiles.
One day beyond,
I’ll finally see,
what was left behind,
for you and me.

Gone is known as missing,
and my baby hasn’t returned.

That feeling of love,
the look in the eyes,
I’m missing it all.

I stand here and hold bare.
I fall close to the sky’s openness.
I’ll be let lose to find my baby
but by the years end I’ll be gone

Words may not break bones,
but they sure enough can break
souls

A soul sourced by forever
decides
if my humanity really does
matter.