How many times you swore there is no way you’d ever let me down?
I guess you meant it to be true, but never has the crown
Of your dissolving ignorance
Confessed to act the same.
Boring as it is it gets to try to give the name
To disappearing memories – how sweet –
Of me and you.
Perpetual desire deflects that never-ending and powerful view
Of your inebriated and soulful smile.
You try and tell me how
Can my proud and vigorous self admit to be inevitably falling in love?
So I crave
for the thoughts of whatsoever me-and-you to turn into something just easy and better,
and when I say it
I swear I do.