falling is the closest we've ever come
to doing something right.
those words painted by your eyes
were soaked with tears, ruined
by the clouds, torn by the thunder
until you only said things that
made no sense (emotions echoed
still in the silence).
a kiss doesn't end a fight, a whisper
will never end the noise: only
time can ever collapse the past, and
we'll just dream of pathways
never opened (we never had
the keys).
