Change of feeling
I stumble over your criticism like a infant learning to walk,
I listen with prestige precession to the slander of your vivacious squawk... read me wrongfully with your assumptions and premonitions of HOW I FEEL! Compliment me with sharpened teeth while muttering you want whats best for me.
Pick at the seeds which falls from my humbleness, for its color and odd shape, pester me with your maturity and belittle me for being a wise thirty-three who is not without his mistakes.
Filter flashbacks from your foggy past and help this argument last; on calm seas of what has KILLED us fast, I levy the powder of karma and blot upon my face in mass.
Dingy love shades our true ambitions for this RELATIONSHIP to be ideal; I apply intermediate ambition to the superstitious notion you would be more than irresolute to my heart and change the way this feels.
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