I am the water at the door.
and you’re still standing in your dressing gown
what am I to do?
when I saw you through rose colored glasses
they changed my appearance just as much as your own
I can’t find a mistake to blame.
isn’t it enough now that you know our chance is gone?
move along
there’s nothing left to see
type glove
written on the limbs
the air is rich
and the sun is fading
when I see a face like you
What are we coming to?
Your love is a noose around my neck.
I feel like I’m touching the earth.
my hours are married to shadows
the colossus and the chiaroscuro
Broken Home of Convention 