IRC-Galleria

Sometimes all the moments,
that we savoured for the last,
Get crushed between the good & bad,
from pressures we have had,

But you know I canÂ’t conceive the day,
when feeling run too high,
To work out all the stale terrain,
emotions try to hide, when I try,

Lately I canÂ’t seem to colour what weÂ’ve lost,
it all seems like bad means,
When lovers turn from lust,
then I try - try to smoke alone

These shattered ties with no comprise,
fall through this fragile hell,
The drinks stay sipped Â’cos weÂ’ve lost our grip,
too exhausted to rebel