The night’s a complete washout/ The eyes can’t hold the ocean/Flooding the parched soil/And does its own thing/with the mascara, the eyeliner
Where love dwells eternal in the cradle resting deep/Softly rocking to the pull of hands that once held...
He was a caged parakeet knowing the confines of the walled-in existence only could be helpful for her.
It was hard with all the long sleepless nights/flowing over the rocks, the boulders, hard, unmoving/The friction hurting when they wouldn’t...
