You’re the one that holds the key to the heart of me. I plea to the sea to set me free and let me be three steps away from thee. We don't have to agree to a certain degree, forget the memories with the melodies from a CD. Lovely you are, beauty my star, free from scar. I hurt convert these pain I've gain in vain gone insane so plain when you are gone. At dawn I await my fate across the state, straight view of the gates of gold not cold been told till I grow old, will I then get to hold my swan. Heaven you have gave and saved me from concave of a broken heart that is now gone. I cry dry as I await for July, asking myself why does my sky die and the rye turns brown drown in down is my reply. Imply, I cannot deny that it remains me of her color eye, blurr; everything remains me as I try to lie but I cannot deny that I love her.
When I began, my road was already broken from the start with broken yellow lines. Dashes that spread further apart, yellow leaves covering up my way, wondering which direction I should sway.
The stars that I have been familiar with, has all shifted and arranged in a different width. What if she is the one but does not realize she is wrong? What if we are suppose to be together but she is experimenting acting in aggression for affection until she is aging and too late for admitting that all these years of abusing, accusing, awaiting, that I was the one all along. Long my road has been, I too have been aging but have loved you strong. I knew we were suppose to belong, or is it me that is wrong? What if you died! Even in your death, I will still throw a Rose on your grave but I will never move on!
The broken yellow lines outline my broken yellow heart. Dashes that spread further apart, soon to turn to dirt, losing track, bringing me back to the start tearing me apart.
Every signal light turned yellow. Once again I embrace the path with the sun’s glare in my place. Slow I am forced to follow this flow into the shallow below. My path was straight until your bait changes my fate making me conjugate my state of being. Disintegrated once again my feelings opening to the surroundings of hopelessness, hurting, worthlessness, and darkness. Ultimatum I am to choose, confuse, and lose no matter my answer. I wonder, just wonder, will my broken yellow lines bring me back to her…
Trying to reach you before the day the police roll out the yellow tape. Trying to find an escape, but I’ve been placed on unfamiliar ground. I’ve fallen, spreading out like the Spring covering pollens.
