Caught in the spark of a frozen glass,
in between the distance were two eyes meet.
Indifferent to the senseless talking of the mass,
an elfen smile so exciting yet so discreet.

Ignorant to the paradox that is gravity and time;
the dark curls bounced ever so slightly against the wind,
and as a castaway I fell for what I knew had to be mine;
as a mirage by the bleeding moon overpowering my mind.

Carried by the echoes of the chilling air against my ears,
roses and tulips couldn't compare to that fragrance.
Yet the missing puzzle was found and it was in my tears,
and it was all lost because of my utter arrogance.

The days turned to months and the months turned to years;
The goods turned to byes and the love turned to hate.
We achieved nothing but what we claimed was our worst fear,
yet here I stand wondering whether it'll be too late.

But I won't say sorry and neither will you,
so all there's to do is live on those memories;
never admitting who was wrong and who was true,
slowly letting the years we had turn to centuries.

And as the roses you adored so much,
you and I will fall into decadence,
putrefying our souls holding on to a grudge,
united only by our utter arrogance.