the confused lover

All those sweet old misty memories
hanging in the ceiling of her heart.
Those ruins of an age old love
watching back to the twists and turns
The goosebumps she got from his teases
the drawings she canvassed in her heart
only if the reality could be warped
only if the time could be turned
he in her mind a soul reader
he in her future a scar maker
There is no will, only a way.
There are 2 doors, both are open.
way with thorns to bleed her out
way with weights to drag him down
dragged by the chains of social stigma
burned with heat of a love so sweet
but in to the future they both walk.
But for as long as there is storm
the sky will weep for the earth