the days transcend themselves and nothing the playwrights teach diction too other children left alone over nights in homes away from the sun and sanity both elusive feilds they play in everyday the patterns take on syncronisity and find the days alone in patterns still lovers losers poets fools speak the same language occasionally like instances forgotten in a moments notice like time before the right wing closes she finds time too cry before the night begins over time they find out they have been here and before she knows they will find another door through witch too pass eternally. breaching forgiveness on both sides i know not what i type. forever forgotten symetrys its been too long forever forgotten cemetaries its been so long we have been parted by the great divide on all sides i look for time too find the meanings in forgivness but none ever find the time too mean complacence drive. lost here intangible meanings mean everything for another day transpired at mortal wounds never forgiven and never forgotten. lovers part at certain absences now and the days grow away wearily like meloncholly momments fading passing too grey forgotten in whims and stories that have never been told fold over the days in half and divide them in a paper we will never know. lovers lift the final sorrow over the moon harkens the sunlight skies of anothers universe at night here in the days there never too be near enough too care for the other too find their ways. strangley the puzzle pieces itself together and never finds the way all the same lost and forgotten words mean nothing and everything cooly calloused into non believe the beilevers repent for never too be another sinners words given at the edge of town and look now is the way you have given the days left alone the next chance too seek the throne pages of excile