I used to think there was a common lure,
A common attraction to the love we built.
But every relationship begins to crumble
As now we are.
If I could simply explain that all of your
Words cut me. All of your flowered colors wilt.
But I simply cannot and I fall into mumble
As now we are.
What was clear between us begins to blur.
There is grey area, no clear sign is felt.
But how is it we never used to stumble
As now we are.
You were impossible to blame
And as was I.
But the Moor left life due to outwardly shame
And the lure into our deceit was too great
And what we had built no longer held meaning
And the stumble was hardened by the foundation
And it was no more,
As now we are.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
I used to think there was a common lure,
A common attraction to the love we built.
But every relationship begins to crumble
As now we are.
If I could simply explain that all of your
Words cut me. All of your flowered colors wilt.
But I simply cannot and I fall into mumble
As now we are.
What was clear between us begins to blur.
There is grey area, no clear sign is felt.
But how is it we never used to stumble
As now we are.
You were impossible to blame
And as was I.
But the Moor left life due to outwardly shame
And the lure into our deceit was too great
And what we had built no longer held meaning
And the stumble was hardened by the foundation
And it was no more,
As now we are.
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