Subtly reneging into displaced bracketed corners
The deepest moments
I couldn't find a place for me to go
The snow embellished me cold in the corners of spring
Jacketing me in the warmth of Mother Nature
Flu like emotions embellished and dancing
Being the wingman to the anxiety
Moving through the crowded corridors of discomforts club scene
Unable to grasp her loving
The depths escaped the deepest of poets
I would write our story out of sync
To get the track playing smoothly in our motion
A broken heart the symbol of a broken harp
The song dismantled before the airwaves received its vibe
She could sip the bloody cognizance from its blank void
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