vicfi003

Cradle. Hello my friends. It's been years. The lights in our eyes have been swollen by the memories of change. We've left behind our everyday, and become ashes to each other. The crushing clouds above our time, Have slowly bygone our hopes, our dreams, even our ideals, The love we had for all that we found thrilling in life, And now the broken shafts are all that we can perceive when we look upon each other. One of us resigned to the hypocrisy of maturity, Of being able to call his truthfulness a phase of confusion. No longer a man able to see what was special in the naivety of his phrase. Another bulleted by the hallucinations of

I stand here, facing you. I keep searching in your eyes, but there's no compassion, no recognition. Your lips, the ones that used to kiss me, are telling me that you don't love me anymore. Your malicious words reach my ears, but I tune them out. I can't listen to this. Just yesterday, you loved me. What changed? I watch your mouth tell me that it's not my fault, but I can't hear your voice. I am determined to have the last thing you said to me be "I love you"