you greet me with your back turned converstations with unparted lips.
fight so hard to avoid eye contact.
this night of, this night of silence is stalked by a raven.
it keeps a close eye as time drops these feelings out.
miles dont seem to be the only thing that parts us it is trying to remember the love that we lost.

everything about you is now normal to me and no longer fuels my heart.
the once loved portrait of you kills my sleep + as i gaze apon the once loved smile.
everything about you is now normal to me.
my pillowcases are my confessions they bring guilt to my conscience when your head lies apon them.
i plead with cielings for all the answers tell me, am i alone with these thoughts?