before we fade away

 
 
 
 
    in my heart of hearts, a hopeless romantic resides; time flies-like a candle flame on wax at night-meaning as if the day won't arrive; heart to heart connection makes worth being alive....  
 
 
  this is the apocalypse-though it's "america" in disguise; humanity's so flawed-despite all the out cries....  
 
 
  "love" still exists, in this tragic place; some of us yearn to have it, before we fade away; some of us understand how short life really is-evading any hatred-and just wanting beautiful bliss