A Consequence of Design

With this pen, I use invoke to describe How it felt in wanting to have you again and again Now, life waiting for words to define how to repair the seams of my soul Because of you, the architect still sleeps A consequence of design, that life will not

The world alive, bathed in moonlight as I walked past my grave in the fog Observe her from lying beside the stone and the letters she left in my name Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul I watch the tears that run down her face drop to the gr

I've felt this presence for a lifetime And if you keep your silence I promise to close my eyes These days can't be undone but one day You'll understand why I turned away All I ever wanted to become more than a vision of I Yet in these moments I'll be