Ode to "A miss of you"
The pressure.
Habit breaking.
How did we let the time pass us by?
How many more truths become molded lies?
What happened to sitting and watching the sky?
But the babysteps keep bringing us back, to "why?"
To see that smile upon her face,
Adrenaline pumps the heart to race,
Good days, bad days, all in between,
How is everything nothing it seems.
But timekeeping clocks will ceaselessly tick,
And mend the soul on that heartwrecked ship,
For there's no way around the crash of the waves,
Molding, shaping, and trying to amaze.
Leaving a good impression was never taught,
Just honesty, love, and caring a lot,
But the learned morals of a hopeless romantic,
Don't help this case, when it comes to semantics.
If honestly hope was found in the run,
So can hope be found within a gun,
But time still ticks, as clocks still pass,
And soon these memories will fade at last.
An end to an end, or a chance to renew,
But even some kings like to play the fool,
And even some utensils make horrible tools,
So why do we act like "everything's cool,"
When I'd give it all, to never not lay with you.
Habit breaking.
How did we let the time pass us by?
How many more truths become molded lies?
What happened to sitting and watching the sky?
But the babysteps keep bringing us back, to "why?"
To see that smile upon her face,
Adrenaline pumps the heart to race,
Good days, bad days, all in between,
How is everything nothing it seems.
But timekeeping clocks will ceaselessly tick,
And mend the soul on that heartwrecked ship,
For there's no way around the crash of the waves,
Molding, shaping, and trying to amaze.
Leaving a good impression was never taught,
Just honesty, love, and caring a lot,
But the learned morals of a hopeless romantic,
Don't help this case, when it comes to semantics.
If honestly hope was found in the run,
So can hope be found within a gun,
But time still ticks, as clocks still pass,
And soon these memories will fade at last.
An end to an end, or a chance to renew,
But even some kings like to play the fool,
And even some utensils make horrible tools,
So why do we act like "everything's cool,"
When I'd give it all, to never not lay with you.