No, a heart isn’t locked when the sleeve is on display

And the moon still shines when the wolves are at bay

And you never wondered once why my smile might fade

As your words turned to swords with my neck to the blade

Yes, the stars, they still twinkle above the blinding city lights

And your dashes to dances always become flashes to fights

And I’m still picking daisies in the heart of the park

As you shiver from summer, your eyes in the dark

Maybe, the nails in the coffin were ashes on dust

And the coffin itself was just air against rust

And there was naught to bury for there was never an us

As we wonder as atheists in whom we should trust

No, a dream isn’t free if you wish it to be

And hope is not a valid form of American currency

And we both wasted wonders on kisses and clashes

As moments expired and locks changed in latches

It was you, sweet thing, that caught my eye
In the blink of a wink my throat went dry
Before I knew how or why
We were too enthralled to laugh or cry

And then it was I who smiled at you
You said I made the winter new
Eyes of green and cheeks a rosy hue
All was well because one became two

And then the day became dusk and bottoms up
A cheers for heaven, hell and lust