We talk about love lost as if we knew love.
We speak of faded dreams as if we were awake.
You were once my answer;
But I asked the wrong question.
I was once your truth;
But reality was too harsh to handle.
The fireworks in your mind
The butterflies our bellies
The stars in my eyes
The jolt when we touch
Where do we go when they leave?
What do we do when they subside?
When all that’s left are gunpowder and stardust, death and chaos;
Who do we turn to to stop this fight?
Random Musings of a Less-Than-Spotless Mind 