Madmoiselle

I see what you do not put in front of me

I can’t breathe without the sight of sweet serenity

I love to know you’re there caressing me

Why does it seem so sweet when you turn your back on me?

Madmoiselle, why does it seem the simple life you shun?

Madmoiselle, into the fickle night you run

Madmoiselle, left me you have with tainted hopes and thoughts

Madmoiselle, you’ve scarred and trampled all your lot

Your touch separates me from the other fools

But You want to live your days tether-free

A lofty goal you were from the start

Left me you have, picking up the parts

I’ll find a way to make it

I’ll find a way to see

I’ll find a way to piece together

The pieces right in front of me

To whom it may concern indeed

All troubles now dismembered keys

With endless rage and thought gone by

Lonely apple bring him by

I have known your wretched solfege lips

Insurmountable through the timelessness

Of wandering skips through paradise

Sleet laden caverns now lonely lies

Shattered, tempting thoughts progress

Not knowing why but have a guess

Aching bones of tales long done

Attach to plastic dreams above

Timidly settled, but quickly gone

To depict the image on this day

Of breathless miles before the quake

Of breathless miles before the quake