The Dying In Belonging

Kisses on the broken ground tears that annoy... bringing the inward heat outward into the busted scene Innocent eyes become possessive eyes now ...as they look down on you ...upon you I don't feel anything towards this sort of thing The cold is a safe retreat from all of the needing Shut me away away from your gaze away from your hands away from your wet away from your words away from your feelings It's all well, but it well never be my problem Is it true what they say in my silence? ...that romantics die once they've met romance? Belonging to nothing fade, fade like the sun on the overcast heart