i dreamt of finding a simplistic revival
you found the necessity for that crash cart
grasping for life as only i know how
kindling your words until the very end

patience is a virtue
but it doesn't mean much

fumbling with child-like thoughts
regression to a lesser time
quick to throw out her diamonds
if only he were a diamond thief

tears are an instinctual masterpiece
beheld only by the inner van gogh

the diamonds, falling from her face
shimmer and gleam with imperfection
those eye diamonds are tricky
cannon balling the good and the bad

circumstances are dreary
no matter the cards