The Overflo

Detach the heart from the heart filled goodbyes Destinations in motions the memories kept like a prize clasped too tight I'm fading with the colors of your pictures Muted memorials of the moon, stars and the skies Her face painted Monet against endless summers highs Sun too skilled to set and eyes to pure, shining long after the lights die  Forevers found too soon, and realized too late To feel sad umbrellaing the midnight entanglements from practice test dummies Suited up only to discard by the following afternoon Deadly routines binding the true in gravity falls with stones rolling onward Rolling thunder as love falls close patiently avoiding the proper channels Bleeding wallets as heart shaped dollar signs reign in furnaced mouths of death Burnt ambitions to polish coal into domestic hurdles too high to jump and too deadly to climb Burn me while I'm not looking Burn me to sleep