Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention that juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes in testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us
So
We cannot seem to reach an end
Crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, or watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall
Away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second
Guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our
Communication.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers. (x2)
I know the pieces fit. (x8)
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