The Life Of A Lost Love

The Blue sky's where we Lie the goals we set so high soon might fly but too hurt to try fooled with the tools we got but scared to abuse them but lose them trapped in a never ending maze but craves for everything falling deep in the oceans of emotions collecting tokens for the spirit of mind that never opens not willing to see but blame it on destiny with the thought of a coin using painted word reflecting the one in the mirror but deff to the vibration with the view of only darkness reaching for internal matter never expecting land slide patiently evolving time travel planting seeds of communication but losing friction but near sided to action until injured when lighten stucks while emerging with corruption leading to awal