Midnight walls
And wading pools
I run through the halls
That echo you
But the songbird
Does not sing the sweet tune
In the dark.
When did time choose to move like wax
When the lifeline breaks into shattered glass
Find a soft place for your bed
Prepare for the war that lies ahead
Of you and I, we cannot win this time.
We are fighting shadows and breezes
It's time to pull our hearts out of the clouds
But the heart does what it pleases
And this silent room is the battleground.
For the night is young with our laughter
But are eyes grow old a grey
And the sunlight i danced with upon your heart was the heat of our final day.
Life is confusing. Maybe I'll write some music and turn thus into some kinda punk song you can only understand if you're confused.
19 hours after posting this. I just go broken up with. He was very respectful but felt it was time to move on. Maybe this poem was foreshadowing, maybe not.