When my heart swears that she will breathe again
I do believe her though I know she cries...

Between garage and drive
thrives teenage crime...

Then let not pressure's heavy hand embrace
in thee thy feelings ere thou be fulfilled...

Fake contents shake
to croon and crown in...

Mirrored stares
in hourglass sighs...

I'm lost in a void of angst that's so deep,
emotions etched and scraping to hinder...

From whence these feelings came unto me
I promised that them I would hide...

Miles can't erase smiles
or feelings felt...

Delicate damsel,
demure in taffeta traces...

Cool currents caress
pebbles smooth...

Unspoken goodbyes
as echoed whispers rescind...

Ebony echoes
etched in dusted...