A tongue-twisted girl in a tipsy-top world,
a broken boy in a bombastic place.
They floated in a land full of seas.
The seas were quite mellow,
the drinks rather dewy.
The sands a bit silky,
the seaweed too sticky.
The moments they lift to the breeze.
But so they drifted, while the time sort of shifted.
And they kept walking, and their mouths they kept talking.
The days ebbed and flowed, the sunrays were splendid.
The nights kept their secrets, the past was upended.
The wind slowly swims through the trees.
There came a night when,
Drunk on life, a crystalline apparition,
Became so unsettling, it hung.
Underneath the magic they shared.
A regret, a wonder, a nostalgia.
It consumed them both in fantastic ways.
Lustful they might be, running into desolate places in the night.
Filled with fright and apprehension for a new world and the approaching doom of the ticking clock.
Their minds, they were yanked to their knees.
And the silences grew,
In that comfort, they once knew.
The hearts, once bold,
Increasingly dithered cold.
And soon, they recognized the freeze.
A moment appears, when most people know,
If one doesn't fight, the other might go.
A rift is created that might never mend,
Its hole it rips wider, while the lovers pretend.
In small moments' beckoning, at the edge of the mind,
The fear creeps in quicker, its rulings unkind.
End portentous moments, those written in the sand,
Return back to solace, the remnants reaped bland.
What remains? Nothing more than a wheeze.
