Death-By-Romance

The Tyrannosaurus Rex Football Club was starting to cheer for their imminent fourth Pangaea Cup win in a row when the crafty raptors overcame their fears and started scoring between their legs, making a comeback.  The Rexes bit off all their heads.  The whole team cheered as the time expired.

I seem to have lost your face in the faces of my history discontinued and marked for disposal. New trails will be blazed though not without the pain and difficulties of cutting down and weeding out you. I try to remember your house among houses. The memories we've forged fit in one glass jar. There's plenty of space which avoids suffocation but space allows spreading and blurring of the fact. I wonder if you will ever return to my dreams. Do I even subconsciously long anymore for colorful abstractions and multiplied chances to stitch back together what never was at first? I can no longer feel the warmth of your heart; you're too

We will watch infinite sunsets together.

I wander and wonder what you see. Acrylic paints. Window panes. My glasses make clearer foggy days. Brown eyes, bright headlights. The distance doesn't change. The feeling doesn't change. The reason doesn't change. Pass the post office, second glance. Same face, different hand. The lines draw in deeper. Baltic sea. Rose petal potpourri. Your glasses make clearer foggy days. Acrylic paints. Window panes. I wander and wonder what you see. Brown eyes, bright headlights. The distance doesn't change. The feeling doesn't change. The reason doesn't change. The feeling doesn't change. The reason doesn't change. The lov