given an eloquent tongue coupled with an immature heart.
My agenda assigns my own progress to depart
as my ego imbues failure to successfully restart.
My love for this complication is not absent
but it lacks romanticism and reeks of something truly tragic.
What good is a holding a mirror if my eyes are blind to heed the light?
What would be clear is in disguise to my mind if it was indeed bright?
The innovation I tout from my soapbox is admired
because while I do inspire, this will ultimately backfire.
The complication is that the solution I need will require
for me to lay what we had and put it down to retire.
The attempt to finally aspire to move on
will require me to let your hold on me expire.
These consequences, oh so sweetly and sinfully I hold them dire.
What good is a holding a mirror if my eyes are blind to heed the light?
What would be clear is in disguise to my mind if it was indeed bright?
The innovation I tout from my soapbox is admired
because while I do inspire, this will ultimately backfire.
The complication is that the solution I need will require
for me to lay what we had and put it down to retire.
The attempt to finally aspire to move on
will require me to let your hold on me expire.
These consequences, oh so sweetly and sinfully I hold them dire.
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