Why is it that we part?
is it within our souls to create a new start
to some form of happiness or satisfaction
are we attempting to climb endlessly
your rosy cheeks created life within me
sending fits of laughter and felicity in every room
morosity now overcomes that once lit complexion
is there an element to blame, to cuss at?
tell me old friend, why is it that we part?
the mystery behind your sulky state
is a rope slowly being tied around my neck
your eyes are made of metal, impossible for me
to reach inside and view the true state of the soul
tell me friend, why are you a stranger? Is it the lack of
warmth in the space between us? I was a car, requiring external
sources to keep my engine on
and you were the isolated civilian on the park bench
swallowing your miseries in silence as i prepared to leave
eyes met the last time and it shattered the road between us
tell me friend, why is it that you don’t look at me anymore?
is it the growing desire to be isolated, yet i see others join your side
I sit myself down on the bench and meet your eyes once again
But when i saw your eyes, they were black holes
A smile resided on your lips and continued to stay in place
But tell me friend, tell me why you are blind now? Tell me friend,
Why do the others have your eyes covered in blood and triumph?
Conflict is finalized and weakness cloaks an attempt to try again with us
Oh, friend i know why we have part.