The city I met you in has picturesque mountains
And streetlamps that never flicker.
In this paradigm of beautiful monotony,
I fell in love with the way you called my name
Like your life depended on me hearing it.
The way you broke the silence with
The way you took the illusions painted on canvases
And tore them apart one by one,
Exposing my heart to the touch of the sun.
In the way that one breaks a glass vase,
The prison I sat a damsel in
Crumbled from the dirt up
And as I stumbled through the ashes of the arson
I found you waiting on the other side of the mirror,
Hand ready to sweep me away into the unknown.