IN MEMORY OF THE SPARK OF INITIAL EYE CONTACT
And you had nothing left to say
All your features wash away
Direct my patience through another stormy afternoon
It’s only Monday
And it was only worth the fight to see you die
To steal the limelight
One more pointless masquerade
It only seems like yesterday
That through obsession drove another lifelong friend away
In hopes of someday
And I had only fought against what you’d become
My revolution
The yellowed wall are cursed with time
I lift the picture frame to see the clear pure white that once was mine
I’ve left the canopy behind
And learned again to come alive
The yellowed walls crumble with time
And through the pieces shine the gleaming thoughts of idealistic minds
Of those who’ve left the day behind
And learned again to come alive
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