Rosewater kissed your hair
While I was dreaming of your stare
On a whim, I was trying to live austere
Because no one thought of my life in a pair

The birch trees sang deeply
Of a melody softer than love
Your skin swayed sweetly
And I didn’t say three words I should’ve

Vapid
Dropping the phone
Rapid
Dial tone

The colorless lens of life
Never seems to satisfy
Our ever-growing strife
No need for an alibi

We’re ditching life
For something we just might

Pretend to like

Fold to the mold
Conform to the norm

The formula is the worm you love

Pen something easy to grasp
Quick to understand

Easily digestible
Clear and concise

Don’t **** for second looks
Or wide interpretations

Keep that stuff for real books
And your thoughts in separation

We want old platitudes
Depressing tones of adolescent years
With about as much true depth as Azov

Keep it under 25 words
No one wants to read more than that these days
Your rabbit hole is full of two-thirds
It’s missing everything they want you to say

But if you give it a go
Without the limits understood
Maybe you’ll forgive my no’s
And make something YOU would