Walls and lines disturbances in frequencies.
Laughter and cries we are sanding out contingencies.
Towing the lies of years of instability.
Two hearts colliding like atoms in their infancy.
How many ways are we turning
From the end of this eternity?
The days roll by into years of futility
While I ponder the assurance of my sanity.
This day is a day worth saving in a diary
Mark the pages with a heart and sweet poetry
Then lock it away in the black hole of secrecy
Can’t chance chaos, or serendipity
Walls and lines disturbances in frequencies
We are wondering in exile from our own creativity
Fear is the light revealing our impurities
love can be the paint to cover our insecurities.
Two steps short of the eyes of society
In shadows, we lurch hiding from perspicacity
In the pleasure of longing we ache in…
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