Unstoppable force and immovable object,
repel one another when by chance colliding.
the brownian-motion within this love potion,
ensures our opinions are always dividing.
i am from mars my dear;
you hail from venus.
a meeting star-crossed
like the sun and the moon.
destined to let this cruel world
come between us.
our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon.
A rose that is built
out of music by moonlight;
petals stained ruby with nightingale blood.
cast down in disgust
to be crushed by a cart-wheel,
because of mere trivia misunderstood.
We quest for a grail of illusive perfection,
each hoping we'll find it some glorious day.
yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection,
that looks like the picture of dorian gray.
[chorus:]
siamese twins who were joined at the heart.
love's an affliction without a known remedy.
blunt-bladed fate
deemed to cleave us apart;
emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
you found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
it was far easier losing my memory.
And the nightingale sang:
"sing love's lament
with a thorn at your breast.
impaled by her barb;
cruel and unforgiving.
a million dead poets would gladly attest;
heart-ache's a keepsake
to remind us we're living."
[chorus:]
siamese twins who were joined at the heart.
love's an affliction without a known remedy.
blunt-bladed fate
deemed to cleave us apart;
emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
you found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
it was far easier losing my memory.