I am at war with a stubborn heart.
Studious to the movements of this noble art.
The confines of love are intricate and sweet
and it’s a beautiful pursuit;
to sweep a girl off her feet.

The port we’ll enter is not at sea
the journey into my mind is through a reverie
the approach takes time so you’ll have to spare it
and I must announce reluctance to share it

Destruction bubbles deep inside.
Like Simba,
I must runaway from my pride.

Often I am trapped
in prospects of what could be
and this jail
drastically blinds me

While my mind is off
in a reverie
I miss the events
that define my destiny

Kiss me
and bring me back

I no longer yearn to escape this ground
I need you, my anchor, to hold me down

Once more it strikes
my heart, against me
I am left to suffer
no victory.

Crisp whispers of elixir float through my soul
Hope’s mystic affects are powerful.

**** in
air.
despair.
soul to—
repair.
no care.
heart’s love flair.

Let me drink your love
Satiate
my veins
Tell me, can you appreciate
insane?

**** these words
**** who I’ll be
**** the past
Yeah, **** history

**** these feelings
**** misery
**** all that is
Yeah, **** all that’ll be.

**** the cosmos
**** luck
**** my mind
And **** ****