Until when I told you it would be you alone,
so not very beautiful after all of that I’m sure,
and since it was only today I made it known,
you’ve got no excuse remembering anything.
Listening seems to be much more for some,
when we just finished and back on it again,
punishing us both with your lacking thought,
as this ain’t fun for me correcting your errors.
Grow up and realize that we all lie at times,
keeping plenty among ourselves in protection,
to leave what each wishes for fond memories,
over the childish illusion of complete honesty.
We can do those two without missing a beat,
easily hitting the stride of our strife tomorrow,
putting off any new chance for a relationship,
once we’re done wallowing in this latest one.
The calm we feel is merely a chill of our touch,
holding atop a rather precarious romantic view,
never close to being attained yet imagined still,
while our fingers dance further in this parallax.
No risk of us reentering a nervous term anymore,
instead we brought this inside for a static landing,
with emergency crews asleep the whole endeavor,
cooling vegetative lights as our morning suns arise.
Sharwrong's Song 