Never thought you'd be barraged with arrows...
Gone deep enough to bury,
the roots of an upheaval....
Yet you're glad to've met this girl....
The red river flows nowhere,
and you follow...
The sun spits heat on you...
Yet you love it....
You know it sounds too hollow...
But you're forgotten heart now beats in it....
And you love it....
In love you've been lit....
*
The stars that you talk about....
She's a star that you'd be around now....
And the rain that falls tonight,
Wouldn't drench your drifted plight....
Transparency cannot see through,
The wonderful turmoil that's totally new.....
Books scattered on the floor,
You ignore what you know....
The battle of the century...
Unkempt and unsatisfactory....
Yet you love it....
You know it sounds too hollow to believe....
But you're forgotten heart now beats in it....
And you love it....
You're love knit....
*
The image that you view these days,
Reaches million views in a day....
You're fine with a portable muse...
Finely insane and on the loose....
*
As you look around for a sign or two...
A negation as you expect,
But you're still confused....
And days dry in your flooded eyes....
You realise it never was anythin' wise....
And you know it'll always sound hollow...
But you're forgotten heart now beats in it...
And you love it...
Love is what you've lit.....
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