It will never be east or west..
decisions we've already made...
they have never been our best.
What we had then, not this (..but that)
what was before, it will be after
a story in our book is written
but will we make it thru the chapter..?
In silent dread,
Our sun burns red
and jill came tumbling faster.
Reaching with each other's arms,
to touch our damaged hearts,
a choking gasp, a shorten scream,
we hide behind new roles we start...
Are you with her? is he with me?
Our minds beg answers desperately...
i reach for you, with lover's arms..
Only now to learn, your've meant me harm.
my fear, it breaks..
lts disasters take
my soul, rampant with cancers