The piano is the poetess of a lovers quiet world. Like sonnets and symphony go together,  he was a note and she played him well.

I'm trying to face this but the clock keeps spinning too fast for me to keep up with, the business end is blurred with ***** and bud and I always have a headache. The world is spinning and I'm spending all my time waiting for you to come home

You're making me insane by knotting your fingers in my hair,  pulling out stands and making a necklace of rope to lead me to safety.  I'm weak and frayed,  afraid and praying, no one ever said an alter girl was on her knees too much,  these bruises are temporary but I hope you'll stay forever. With arms held high above you are mine for the night and I'll make you shout my name from the heavens.  I want to be worthy, need to be worthy of your love, I'll lay down on the aisle and let the feet of a God walk over me  let the hands of a God take everything I have to give, my reason for retribution lies at the bottom of your alter covered in relations of relief. Only luck has guided me to you

Afraid that you are to me as I was to him but oh my God **** comparisons

April showers bring May flowers and seasons will always change 'cause when April fell in love with August she felt a little bit strange' cause she fell and fell and fell outta range 'cause as August turned red she burned and fled

Dear caught in the crossfire  
I always wanted a big brother guess I got more than I bargained for. The two of you were too close to count and I've lost track of how many missed messages there are. I don't save numbers and your not any exception to it. Now you're screaming and crying through the phone but I let it go to voice-mail.  I let it go to voice-mail.  I let it go to voice-mail. Now I'm 18 states and 81 miles away and I know I'll never check it.
Dear your open Arizona arms,
Sorry to decline the invitation but it's just to close to the hurt and too far from home. Nice car though, glad to see that one of us is still moving forward in life. Sorry you think that I'm the last puzzle piece, only living link connecting you back to him but holding a broken frame won't put the picture back together if it's missing pieces. The picture has changed and we both know I don't belong here anymore. Cement block siblings in front of my tongue and I can't say your ******* name either.
Dear heretic,
This punishment has different faces and one of them is yours.

Lovers passionate cry in the heat of the moment
"No I will not drunk drive to Walmart for chocolate" but I kiss you and grab the keys on a way to a night of regret only to find no car in the lot and nobody in the bed. You yell that this is reckless and I whisper that it is relief but I can't speak and your hands are at my neck. Water tossed and star crossed I am a civil wreck. Drowning in a sea of closure and still can't get enough. Emptiness vs solitude in these hearts I call home. The paradox of privacy and the everlasting need to get away. Running from lions,  skipping town,  jogging around questions that I don't know the answer to. I'm tired and tried at the court of course it was my fault.  Injustice in young  and in love. Sentenced with this timeless guilt as I plead for a repeat. Over and over and over again the comparisons,  the loneliness. The nightmares have stopped,  you're taking mercy on me. A white flag as the dark drags me back under.