Another time, another place;
maybe in a thousand years in space?
But we're not to be together;
emotional distance doesn't change like the weather.

The epitomy of idiocy
can be found in thoughts of how we
were before the stormm
that left us unbelievably torn.

If I took another name;
changed my face, my clothes, my hair: Would it be the same?
I can't get over you 'cause I'm so far into you
that change is a concept far too new.

You and me and all the raindrops;
memories of how your hair falls
when the currency of intimacy
is a gentle caress upon your cheek...

The fondest dreams do beam
in my sleeping state that seem
to find me to remind me
of my faded, faulty destiny.

If I turned, you ran,
it seemed the plan
was to break me, remould me,
into a broken shadow of who I used to be.

You and me and all the raindrops;
memories of how your hair falls
when the currency of intimacy
is a gentle caress upon your cheek...

Nevermore the flowing forward
to me tomorrow, broken and bored.

The currency of intimacy is far too high for me to afford.

The first two lines remind me of a poem I wrote once. The rest however is a very different and the whole thing is very good! Keep writing!

Danke, dear. I'm glad you liked it. <3
It's one that I should have the music written for shortly. :3