Ways
So many ways I can look at you
Why ask my sanity who
If your the only one that breaks through
Your my conception, my thought, my impression, my everything in perception
Your not perfect but your my invention
How she can breathe next to me is beyond my comprehension
I tell her how things are then leave her in question
Shook up in portions
A chest full of emotions
There’s only one way I can look at you
And that’s to embrace the chest I shall cut into
Why tell my conscious to stay
When we all can be shapeless
And pass away
