Where

Where were you when things were blue
Telling stories of points of view
While the things you love
Fly and melt before you

And if I was stronger
I'd tap you on that broad shoulder
And tell you the truth of all those lies
Tangled in our minds

This thing called love
dwells in those confused states
And I am scared
to unravel those lies

For that love,
Could slowly seep from  our memories
And we couldn't have that,
Could we?

So it is better to store all my pieces in a seperate box
While you list those points of view
And let things slide through their course
And continue our spiderweb lies