are but all of everything i could use to describe
the eratic beats of my heart that arise with you
i am not afraid of- becoming, but instead- construed
its not the pale moon, but only the silence of life
violet hues of remembered scents and warming news
forget your smile, and pack your laugh--no excuse
pin your wings and whisper stories that contain
the eratic beats of my heart that arise with you
with you beside me when i sleep, i own a simple muse
a word of words could define, and yet it'll never explain
violet hues of remembered scents and warming news
there is no love, only a sweet infatuation of two
a storm of souls on breaths of air, clench my chest
the eratic beats of my heart that arise with you
and with you i'm still forever emotionally enchanted
so many disposable wishes, and this one is granted
violet hues of remembered scents and warming news
the eratic beats of my heart that arise with you