it's cold at night
knowing how captive you were
listening to your words
now empty in tongues
it wasn't exact i guess
to put our best foot forward
but it can't forget
as a shadow lay barren
we left on a sour note
warring over ourselves
but your body was a symphony
and i, be the conductor
naked ambitions
left on an altar
setting fire to the forest
that surrounds our hearts
we were wildflowers
in a broken down corvette
stranded in ourselves
like the peaceful creatures
and so the words lay
so close to us now
the flowers are wilting now
with tears at the wake