Italics

The sound of your soul is watered down
A finished thoughts not a work of art
You see the line, take the bait
You’re stuck to the tracks
Of a figure of eight
The blossom fell for the moment that
You held the heart of an acrobat
The dew has dried, the leaking skies
Are all patched up
Square peg, round hole
You won’t feel this way forever
Arrest your sadness
Let the sting run out of venom
(when love’s) a silent sounding frequency
A distant noiseless memory
You’ll hold words to your brand new heart
Closer still
Your DNA’s in the blood red beat
The claustrophobic sound of heat
Will take control, move you there
You won’t have to think
Square peg, round hole
You won’t feel this way forever
Possess the movement
Away from nights much darker
Whilst others try to save your life
Promise me this one
You’ll try again, and shout out
'Hey, I won’t lie still'
Square peg, round hole
You won’t feel this way forever
Believe in silence
We could share a mind between us
Share a map between us
Share a moment, even