Melted

Our past was as clear as footprints in the snow,

But summer came and they are long past melted.

The memories we have are like castles in the sand,

Till waves came in to reclaim what we built with.

What we had was a log cabin of dreams,

But damn if you didnt love playing with matches.

Our heads were in the clouds and the breeze took us away,

And now were left too seperate to fix this.

Breathless

We held our hands

Underwater.

Turned love

Into a contest.

Who could hold their breath longer?

Red is the collor of love,

Isnt it?

I saw the flush of it on your face

Mine to I guess.

Down here in the inaudible blue.

Turning blue from neither

Going up for air,

And not sharing our own

This isnt sustainable

I know

But isnt love

Supposed to leave you? (breathless)