into the night, we are.

the ship is sinking, and for the lack of better words..
it would be safe to say we were never looking for love.
on the shoreline the two of us sat watching it unfold like
a paper game to be played by a couple of middle school love-byrds.

She told a tale of fairy-tale mystery, while he sold a
dream filled with hope and despair, only for a moving picture show
of what is.. to at a later said date to reveal this was always bullshit.

History tells us that being years ahead will only get you so far.

.......and that you can only hide behind these words for so long,
before any lack of proper grammar and courage comes around to
fight back.

so to set sail unto the blackened seas without a plotted chart,
would leave us with a empty heart again.

I alone am not enough, and you in the hands of those who do not care are never
a resolve. Such ah untimely distance is the reasonably answer for those
which seek none.

Funny how the words of a simple term care strike like the lighting that lets the
fire burn, while the edge is a comfort you seek... and years ago to the day he was
already there and like the miles between they were only inches on the map.