Sunrise to sunset no room to fret or fear. The future turns and rolls over in circles over a hot surface that burns. Belong to a routine of what you have created if you know what I mean. Living wet and crumbled missing what you left. You think what you say is nothing when all you say is something.
Dig into that or dig into that. Where is it taking you if your words are watery and sword fiery. Imagine her deeper as she holds his hand and you can't let go the thought ignites. His piercing dark green eyes are now a blessing in disguise. You see him in your sunrise, you dream him in your sunset. You piece him in your imagination and once just a selection now a fascination.
Nails to flesh, shards of glass or bliss. Happy to miss the cure of that one kiss. Unfinished twists blurring the signs, a start without a finish in the maze stuck in thorny vines. It feels like forever longer than the temporary never. Theres the wet and muddy tracks of together or the airy and spacy plaques of apart. A new law of my world Elton Johns Love Songs at every wedding and funeral on a live piano.
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