Gray skies seem to represent the mood of our relationship,
every relationship I've ever had for that matter
A spark of interest at first,
a pillar of smokey disappointment from then on
Smokey for the lack of clarity
Smokey for the way it made me choak
And smokey for the way it blinded me
And yet I still believe in love even though I've never exprienced it
But not in ill-fated love starcrossed and hopeless to succeed
I believe
in a love that minds can't wrap around at this time
Love from long ago
before tainted desires curbed the original expression of love