L'Aeroport

poetry written in a tongue that only you and i can read

we forget the world with one prolonged embrace

marching to the beat of a near end song

your crystal facade cracks quietly

with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind

i continue trying to give you the key

but your foot's already in the door

one hand on the phone

the other on a blank picture frame

left alone to remember all the wonderful memories we never had together

there were no memories for us to have

move your hair from your face and look me in the eyes

with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind

i continue trying to give you the key

but your foot's already in the door

forced to forget tomorrow

each breath becomes more precious than the last

drastic weather changes make me tired

hopefully the worst has passed me now

flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress

your intentions were more fair than your skin

it hurts to smile when your indecisive ways

freeze my emotionless expressions

marching to the beat of a near end song

your crystal facade cracks quietly

with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind

i continue trying to give you the key

but your foot's already in the door

flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress

your intentions were more fair than your skin

over and over again, i seem to lose my mind

like a leaf in the wind of the most atrocious of hurricanes

carelessly and directionless it floats away

goodbye