I love the way you live to laugh to love to let me listen lovingly,
And the words to use are never there to tell me that you care,
That you've just felt a similar but disconnected, led on by a stare,
Glaring perfected thing.
Heard that these things match without a clash and we have all but this and that and it's perfect.
For the blanket sanctuary disproportionately warming me and them,
and drifting off to there, and
all that's here that wasn't somewhere,
Because I've felt lovely, lonely feelings
up until this space thats bare
and now we've crossed and this is here.
So lets kiss cheeks and flatten peaks,
So we can meet in places that are
reasonably, we could re-create the thing
and act like all the parts have been retrieved,
and placed back by visionaries,
with our best interests in mind,