Who knows what this will do
To us.
Constructing walls of destructive
Trust.
Glass may break but can never
Rust.
Even the sun wants the lust of
Dusk.

Who knows what this will do
To you.
If grass is green and skies are
Blue--
Roses red and blood is too.
Love is blind, obscure my view.

Who knows what this will do
To me.
Mistakes so sweet be bruising me.
I fell so hard I'm losing sleep.
Can't dream, I count elusive sheep.

Who knows what this will do
To us.
Wiping tears with ruthless
Love.
Tending wounds with useless
Dust.
Impatiently waiting, but never
Rushed.