i remember when we used to walk down hallways...
always talking about good old days gone away...
misplaced words and chatting about our futures...
we found ourselves for sure, but still insecure...
but do you remember when we would walk onward?...
no matter how i turned the situation awkward...
and i felt joy when she thought we were steady...
but you, you were different, i was never ready...
and now, oceans keep us distant, never to see...
i regret that times healed this longing to be...
together is a moment before life tears us apart...
together is an illusion before we must depart...
together is a memory of our cursed destiny...
together is the delusion of a shared journey...

-and its ok-

you happen to be, delicate angel, so why do you express your love to me?...
your beauty captured my eye, and its with this lonesome heart i see...
finding solace in misery and grief, the lonely yet graceful falling leaf...
a passionate disbelief, searching for peace and nazareths bloody thief...
resolute and absolute, a prostitute denied experience too easy to refute...
we execute the mute and embrace the perverted ideological attributes...
and ideals are what we strive for, but its for you that my heart yearns...
so burns the mountainsides, turns out its beyond control and concerns...
and draped in bloody flags turned bloody rags, we fight so much for now...
raising eyebrows at written wedding vows, a mere moment of what god allows...
glimpses of dreams that fade swift, on oceans take drift, somethings amiss...
the rift between you and i exists so that i may appreciate the greatest gift...
i will bury light and let it grow, bury light and let it fall in violence...
the angels steps struggles in silence, scattering seeds in common sense...
hide behind veils of apathy, revealing my fear, struggling with grace...
walk with you or walk elsewhere? who the hell cares? wrinkles my face...
the grooves pattern canyons in my forehead, a crease for each lifetime...
ive sought and ive found, but still confused at our religious lifelines...
and i rhymed to find minds crossroads, just to find that i was off tune...
and i wrote chaotic images of dead thoughts, to find roses in full bloom...
so pardon me if i cant gather words proper for you, you find me at unease...
but if you please, we can find love if you look past my inadequacies...

-a loss for words-