Smash the cold clocks
Trash the dials of light
Douse the Sun
Shroud the Moon in its own darkness
Have all measurements of time destroyed
Never to be recreated
Have space stop in mid-step
Let me remain in his arms
Kept in this lucid dream
Forever suspended in this sweet fantasy
Keep me away from the end
The sorrowful regrets
The imprint of his lips covered in my hidden by my lonely tears
Interesting! I really had to contemplate this one to figure out what it meant to me.
You've got a really nice writing style, especially at the beginning. Your metaphors at the beginning are just impeccable. Great job.