i waver in question
broken transitions
a wild hesitation
we echo in our moments
longing for something worth living
two seconds and a speak
words, how you believe they have meaning
we frolic in our divided rooms
burning fumes on our desires
the damaged conversations
couch of chaos
two and a beat
words thrown at the ceiling
i die to live in moments
to be broken by division
transcend in echoes worth having
we die in time
everyone does
its up to you to find the beat
it’s up to you to find meaning