Misery's Morning Breath

the two opposite worlds we are in makes no sense when it causes the both us insanity in my world, i miss the warmth of your heartbeat's rhythm in your world, i am guessing you miss the warmth of my hand when i rub your back or your belly we try to find words to try to fuse our new modern worlds, but the haystack needles have all been found in the early days we then take out our paintbrushes and draw blue skies in every corner of our new planets it never works when attempted hidden themes expose the same type of loneliness in each our worlds need to collide by default badly, but sometimes damage can be an episodic edition of endlessness with an emphatic entourage in our future constant movements, we know that we will just be everyday habitual liars to ourselves our identical stubborn streaks will block all of the potential blessings of righteous reconciliation as a result, we chooses the unfortunate election of kisses to misery's morning breath