Grass waits our spin
Arms torqued
For tonight, this dance shall be our only sin
Hands wrenched flat

I should have never offered to be your glass slipper
I knew I’d never fit your sole
And I couldn’t separate you from the grounds you stood
Even though I said I know I would

Pyramids shifting place in our very backyards
I couldn’t build a dam strong enough for your push
Under water, the divide between us
Solid vibes isolate the surface tension, while our words turn to mush

Collapsing barriers
Tides come over the gates
The sudden rush of hitting a new low
Rise arrives through hate

At the doors again.
A fallen perspective of seeing through
The divide between us
Solid oak