you never asked but, without you, im doing fine yet im running out of time as i pair my foods with wine, wishing you were mine as i step out of line and speak another rhyme as i’m being punished for a crime that was never mine to do time for.

and you never asked but, because of you, that shine in my eyes that you once spoke of as divine has been lost over time without those words you used to define me as. so now i sit alone and redesign my room so i can not pine at the shrine of what was yours and never mine.