Ballads of Beauty. 9. "How did our airplanes fall".

It’s no mean feat

Getting blistered by heat

And cold that conjured the frightening demons of ice

If you call it love, baby, make sure you think twice

It’s no good way

Saying goodbye and stay

You were the dream, the beautiful figment of mind

I was one, too – the blind was loving the blind

How our pretenses have shattered, how did our airplanes fall

How had the glossy paint come off our true intentions

I guess we both had had to remember and mention

The need to keep up the charade or keep nothing at all

Future is lies

The past – consummated desires

Put your cards on the table, feel my scent through the haze

You were too hard to please, I was too hard to amaze

Don’t get me wrong

I have loved you for so long

That inertia crept upon us, and distorted the real

I can’t possibly take it no more, so I’m breaking the deal.

© 2010. Anastasia Duchevski