My dear, it rained last night
And I remember
The alleviated rise into
Lush sobs and lavish emotions
The way your dilatation relieves
Every worry and anxiety
But sometimes when we speak
A violent lie radiates
And last night you were naught
But an alienated virile sot
A view unholy I omit
I remember the tin roses on the tiles
Devastated, shattered.

Sometimes you hum
Your hands delicately miming secret memos
And I can see it in your eyes
Irises shining like teal devils
And the music carries you
White with adrenaline, pupils likes violists
Headwaiters lie, strumming tin violins
Their  alienated visions wilted with passion

I see the way she cleverly conceals
Lies as vows to you
A veil called "us" she puts on "me"
And I call for mutiny
But youth is vim, vim is now, and now is lies
Every hug from you is just a violet whim
In noisy rooms
My vision is misty
My aura dies little,

Oh if only you could realize your reign
You’re the master, the ringleader
But you’re lazy; you work without zeal, you’re idle and lazy
Eyes glazed, agile hands getting greedier

Have you ever seen
A dearer lion?
He roared, the lonesome rider
Alone, an alien.
Well sometimes you lie
And I dare to become
An oral denier
My radar detects one lie,
Then two...
You become red
Redder than a ****** lion's ear

Adieu, you say, with a gently undefined lilt
My tears speak more reality than your words

"To either remedy the past and or obviously to relive the horrifying effects of falling"
Girl, this game, you played your part
And my weekends, torn apart
I know i want you. I know you want me

It's pattently obvious that when we lock eyes
i fall for the dragging voids in those gazes
And how they slowly set me back in time
Aluring the previous indistinguishable phrase

"To either remedy the past blablabla"

Yet, the ominous thunder i vaguely see for the storm, is the exact feeling of novelty taken from memories i don't expect to come from the constant disappearance and fading footsteps as we crosspath, and just slowly panning our sights away from each other. Walking away towards our preordained plans and destinations.

"To either remedy the past blablabla" now i'm ready to fall again

I know you want me
I know i want you

I know what you see in me
And i know how to devise something
And you know how i like you to deceive me
We will tarnish
The vanishing confidence that stays stationary at our point of interest tightly wraps us around our neck, making us gasping for answer or maybe in stark just to ask something in prolongation for dilatation.
It's a cliche when i'm talking about time and space dilatation, but elation sprouts when i see your eyes dilate, knowing you're also played and your tide rushes in. You get high for the ominous curiosity that endearingly suspends you upsidedown, getting most of your bloods flow to your head. Now your face is red, blushing. And i'm the lush that is so ready to bite that lip of yours or just graze my fingers upon your face, than your lips, the back of your neck. Then i carefully pull you towards me. Carressing your wall until it crumbles, then i will stack the bricks again to make sure that i'm inside that wall now.

Who's in control? We're both creatures compiled by a little bit of pride, so without further ado, "playing hard to get" will commence.

I know that you're a bit jealous of whom i'm with now, but you should also know that i'm jealous if you find somebody else. Let alone that, i'm jealous even when you talk to somebody else.