From Time

See I was never good at communication,
Bridge burner became the occupation,
The only thing it led to was disconnection,
Too bad I never showed her any affection,

Me and her usually text from time,
You can only bet she’s a dime,
Her queenly aura can set your soul sublime,
She’s destined for greatness – for the climb,

It can never go back to the way it was,
Not all fights lead to wars,
Not all cats land on their paws,
And sometimes fate closes some doors,

Me and her usually text from time,
How I text back should be a crime,
We were supposed to connect like a rhyme,
Now I’m lost for words like a mime.