These nights are cold
Summer Days no longer keep me warm
The beauty of The Sun
Has long left me torn
The Wind whispers through my window pane
No one knows its name
Tho, we all know the game.
Yes you and I have experienced its pain.
Scented candles are lit
They burn with a blue flame
Smoke fills the room
Our Minds Spins
While our love begins to rotate
Trapped In this trance
We're stuck in this state
Thoughts revolve around the phase
Will this last
Or is it just a phase
Our present problems present a problem
I hope it's not to late
Give me the date
The time where the truth lies
Black and white
No greys
No lines