The springtime of love
When we played with life
Conjured sunlight in November
Wonder in suburbia
Shrunk the world to fit our dreams.
~
Now the winds of time
Pull in opposite directions
The gap, ever widening
The weevils of familiarity
Feeding on our union.
~
Nights of pretend passion
Stirring the embers
Going through the motions
Is there meaning in a kiss
Is there truth in a caress?
~
The lies I tell you
The lies that I tell myself
Will this play still run?
Or time to pull down the curtain
We seek the answer.
~
Between the silences.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
The springtime of love
When we played with life
Conjured sunlight in November
Wonder in suburbia
Shrunk the world to fit our dreams.
~
Now the winds of time
Pull in opposite directions
The gap, ever widening
The weevils of familiarity
Feeding on our union.
~
Nights of pretend passion
Stirring the embers
Going through the motions
Is there meaning in a kiss
Is there truth in a caress?
~
The lies I tell you
The lies that I tell myself
Will this play still run?
Or time to pull down the curtain
We seek the answer.
~
Between the silences.
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