Sweet words, sour feel
Fine men, ill heart
Golden suits, rusty hearts
High end, low life

Tall structure, short span
Light skin, dark ways
Warm sweater, cold chest
Long lies, short lives

As the sun illuminates
Our skin, we light up
As the darkness brings us
To slumber, we dream

And in between those two
We stand on the fine line
Between dreams and reality
Between truth and how we want it to be

Breathing the same air
Staring at the same sky
Yet standing on different lands

I find solitude in the desolation
You ease upon the thought of separation
Yet we cannot find peace in our hearts

Knowing full well we have only time
To wait and words to bottle up
Two oceans between two bodies
Yet we can never scream without being heard