Have we ever met before? I imagine, It's impossible that i could have guessed So easily, that all those subtle edges, Were sore spots worthy of defending?
Love is a mess we make So we must clean it up today Your eyes tell their secrets to the water While ducks swim on your flesh In fleeting silhouettes, patterns of divinity Begin to deepen their impressions
How about a moment To stop and think and reason Love is a vision Whenever its played At a certain volume Love has no edges Because its only a projection Do we keep ourselves locked away As oil prices drop indefinitely And the stars seem farther From our eyes than ever How are we coping in a quarantine Or is this tyranny really for our safety Upon our heads a plague Or is it a pox of reason I love the rhythm Of watching you breathe Love is a machine In need of some oil We are spoiled and splayed out Still there is no doubt That whenever we really need to We can’t seem to feel These feelings too deeply
romantic persistence is equipped with it's own fail-safe exuberance but sometimes a parachute remains necessary whenever the act of falling in love happens too unexpectedly
She said to me, Whenever you get high You often get real quiet I said, that’s because i’m alive To whatever’s happening Here inside my mind And it feels as if Death is a warm blanket And I never know When or if, I will Ever wake up again