The Box

To the prettiest soul in my eyes,

When you say hello

I don't want to hear goodbye.

The box we're in is covered in thin lines,

Between too much emotion

And lack of

Between our full focus

And half of.

Imitating each other's weaknesses rather than cradling the fetuses

Of our past

So they don't grow into the monsters they could be

Stepping on the broken glass of all these mirrors

Trying to tame our inferior hearts because we know exactly what this could be.

But 8 months down the road

When miles become the lines

With me right here

And you on the other side

Would we really be out of our minds

Do we really care about time

Our souls have eternity in time

Why can't you just be mine

and stop playing with these lines...

Erase them.

We have a big fear of no boundaries

But I'll tell you when to go

If you dont tell me when to stop

We could go get it all,

As soon as we get out this box...

No rush on it.