I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.

I say not much.
For what's left is tight in a clutch.
Accelerates my heart beat is a must,
when you tie our motions with the shaft.
Pistons hammering,
Overbearing,
Our lives are outward boring.
So....
Speeding is needed.
Signs will take heed.
Now gear.... is shifted

I found you through wakes
Scattered out at sea
Notice! if you pulled on the brake
There'd be nothing for me to see

I wont choke myself out
Torn myself up
For reasons i wont bare

I'll take care the people who love me, not those whom i loved

In one's own thought
In one's own thought
Places sought
Lessons taught

Craving munchies on a night out
Leaving papers one's once bought

No one has ever told
A story about one's bout
Chasing clouds, as high as numbers can count
Nonetheless, it is not without one's clout
Accounted for one last fight

And one last fight, is wanted
One last flight, is hoped for
One last this one last that

It never happened
It never came
Such said true nuance aint attainable
And we seek the memory which we never had

No sparks, only riddle
A ceased ark, arcs kindled
In stark, on rubble
Ignited and ceased all over

Matchstick love, matched love
Likened to fire, the story told
Fondness strikes, flicked desire
Ignited and ceased all over

Torched knife, feelings scorched
Once melted, now hardened
Now breaks, once settled
Ignited and ceased

All over