My thoughts are like feather,
My sadness a construct of time,
I tried to see your point of view,
But I am afraid you couldn’t see mine,
What floats light,
Is the relationship we built over time,
Battered by the winds as a test,
Time and time again, wisps by a strand,
Each beating of my heart is a punch through and through,
My darling, won’t you walk me through?
Another day to strip the soul,
In debt to your ways of flawless disguise.