Desperate exhale for your desperation. When does time show the faded colors are still bold in my eyes. I valued the lightness while they embraced the shaded. I could hold my breath in hopes your lips would **** the carbon dixode from my lungs. What is the rain falling on my head washing. Or only allowing me to admit I am sad. Staring into space hoping you lay somewhere close. I think I lost my home in hope. Chronically rearranging my thoughts to store you away from my reality yet you haunt my temples. Pulsating rendering my heart to skip a few beats. Oh how a goodbye would hurt to complete the destined fate we travel a rode for those I would give anything to travel the rode for us. A desperate exhale for your desperation is staining my grip.