When youre new flame burns low, and an old flame returns unexpectedly |
Because when everyone finally knows what’s going on The villains’ part will be filled A rising star In success stories of tragedy Unsure in demeanor Positive in sin Broken cry’s of responsibility Lost on sound soaked ears Wanton desire Giving desperate last bow As final curtain call Bellows out its eminence But curtain handlers languish in their torpor Giving desire a chance to flee From drowning in pools of velvet lace That will undoubtedly still crush her fragile life Nimbly hopping off stage Narrowly avoiding curtain call catastrophe She grabs the hand of long time admirer Regret Running sprightly through awe stricken crowds They laugh gaily to each other and the world A sign of defiance A tale of their remembrance But as all fated tales must end Their joyous twosome Quickly becomes an embittered threesome Uncertainty has now joined their race The race that begun for freedom But may now very well end in their permanent separation As they glance at each other while their feet take them farther and farther away From the boundaries they had set for themselves Unbridled desire Meets suffocating regret Brought together in union By their mutual awkwardness and temperance Knifes edge Quickly brought home By the fact that the future is unknown And that an end is near |