Past Tense

It's perfect how we shouldn't be here

I love how much I want you faulted

I'm dreaming of a broken person

I can claim I have no wanted

Time with

You can't just lay here warm and welcomed

You must have demons in the closet

The soup you made me must be poisoned

I can't be having what I wanted

signs with

I've got a list of running passions

They won't stay guarded as you pass them

Over guided, gliding gilded hands I must

Have stroked those hands and held them more

Than I can handle

My heart lay open, stained and vandal

Wanting, learning, leaning seaming like

Hardened hapless stolen scene, running back,

Faulted in my chest, it's best I run it

Over water

Yours is mine and arms are folded

As we are, this time seems golden

If we fail, it was foretold when we started

Play these slightly parted lips to hands

On hips, to waist and words, spoken, heard

And fallen after

Just one more verse to help me capture

All this feeling, all this lapse of sense and judgement

All this time we've let ourselves accidentally mention

All the things and feelings that we meant.

I wonder where all the

Time has went.