The Drop

to make a lover understand the meaning of an end letting go of the moment the strong belief that your heart will mend trying to avoid the disappointment of suddenly being left all alone like waking up in a foreign country your language cannot stand by its own and you're realising Oh God I'm lonely in the morning light you feel at ease like you control your view and your emotion the softest skin to touch them on the least like you could keep her close for now or never like the beating of the drum that never stops the sound of wings made out of paper balancing a cloud on a mountain top like your hearts been reshaped just for her oh is she a passion is too fragile to see but so strong to feel to fall right into and a passion becomes a lifetime disease when all your fear is shining right through like the rolling of the thunder in the sky when your belief is sinking lower and the stillness when the moon is high is a moment when your hope is over.