VACUUM

Like the setting sun, he tries to wait. He falls for fake, but see's it break. It's bleak, it's cut, it knows not what - to do; a rather senseless clue.

Like Elmer glue, holding liberty spikes, he held tight onto divinity's flight...just to see if divinity bites. He sings songs of what her vanity likes.

Like,

"Come and walk with me one day, you'll see, and then we'll talk, touch hands, and be - together. They'll swear it's harmony and me, forever...breeding jealousy that acts like weather."

He hated the word 'never', but it became an escape. She hated the word 'ever', and left it in the lake.