Actually??
Well yes!
I do believe...
You were suppose to be mine  
But somewhere, somehow
Some skipped over moment
We were lost to a hiccup in time

Now you're so
So far away from me
Leaving my soul behind
Trying to shine silver
In grey clouds of rhyms
All because of a glitch
A glitch we can't rewind
....

...............................

There are scratches on my sight
appealing to feelings I forgot
and barely can remember
Forasmuch as I can know
something's dying inside

I don't keep dead furniture
in my heart's room [that's for sure];
somehow, something's started rotting;
stinks and make me ****** and cold
Maybe they are buried hopes

Buried really deep, beneath all
the useless furniture that grace heart
Because there's always plenty of room
at the heart for more heart and more love

And this antipoetical night
leads me exactly to nowhere
Where I can be completely alone
and enjoy of all the room
that's plenty, beneath my hopes

There is no inspiration
there are no vows to take
There are no rhyms to rhyme
and there are no verses to verse
There are no poems
if there are no poets anymore

My heart is beating weirdly
It goes off-key
then it rhyms
And I'm in my hospital
Lying and thinking
If yours is singing the same chimes
Love is a tune the heart sings
Helping us through our darkest times
Heart beat after heart beat
The passion of two that collides
But sometimes I listen and wonder
If the off-key beats
are going as random as rolling dice
I wonder if they'd ever stop
If love is enough to get us through the nights
But maybe it isn't
And maybe
My love
we fault sometimes
Not necessarily the darkest sins
But maybe one of the forgiven crimes