  worlds collide inside each sigh i stare into the soul that looks out from your eyes worlds apart too late to start but i found peace inside your bleeding heart ... as apocolyptic tears rain down from heaven and your moon shifts the waves into chaotic patterns i find solace in the solitary pain of being loved ... my tea is cold i can taste the bitter leaves the residue is sour like half-forgotten fruit becoming rotten. i want you to tell me that you're still the same i want things to be okay between us but this change is inevitable. my tea is cold your eyes look bitter i'd taste your smile but it seems sour like a half-forgotten soul left out to rot. 
