She told me to whisper something, I had nothing, So I let the words role off my tongue. we were both trying to grasp the reasoning behind what was said, I told her civilization is inherently unsustainable and will always collapse . perhaps it is not as truly civilized as we view it through stained glass eyes. The demise is no surprise, a sad truth not a lie, lets be civilized, let us separate from this civil union and be forever closer, why deal with the degradation of a nation, these words i sing civilization is the sweetest nothing, and you are my everything. she looked to me and spoke my name,she said I was a strange man as she held me close. beautiful and bewildering like a mythical being. why someone with such poise finds pros in being with me I may not see, but I enjoy the strange embrace called love, sometimes bombarding your heart. not knowing what to say or do, so the story goes back to the start.
Sweet nothings bitter thoughts stainedglass stained glass separate civil whisper tongue civilization degradation spoke strange mythical bewildered beautiful poise prose embrace