I'm sorry that it ends this way I just had to leave Before we boil in sin My heart cannot be conflicted By one raw material and From things not of this world Running as my feet blister Only to keep them from melting
Lucas, where did you go? I keep searching but I only found comfort in another. Your riddle keeps my mind on you but my love on another. However, the answer brings me back. For reasons I cannot explain I miss you. Your smile is a trap, even your words condemn me, but your laugh is the key. What ways my heart is tangled; in, around, between, and through this chaos.