A product of a wasted Business Studies Lesson

Remember,
aaaaaaaaaaaWhen you were young,
And a friend, bursting with pride,
aaLets you in
aaaaaaaaaaon his newest secret.

Tentatively, you raise your hands,
aaHugspan apart,
aaaaaaaaBeside yet inside his.

"No! Push out!
aaaaaaaaaaInto my hands!
aYes, like that, but harder!"

aaYou push harder.

aaaAnd like this you stay,
You trying to spread your arms
aaHim supressing.

aaYou push harder.

aaaThis brittle ring
shaking under strain
aaaaThe urge to break,
aaaa''aaaaaaaato destroy,
aarising.

aaYou push harder.

Tension rises.
It can't last.
It will break.
aaaaaaaaaaaaSnap.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEnd.
Hurt.

But he contains it, securely.
aaYou meet his eye.
aaaaaaaHe smiles, securely.

This moment, where equilibrium
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaais struck
This moment, where you know
aaaaaaathat everything
aaaais

The Best.

That
aaaaais how I feel
With you


Shatter;
As he lets go.

His innocent game is finished.

But
Before he turns away from you.
Before he divulges the same secret into another's ears
Before his betrayal
aaaHe tells you

To place your arms where they once were
And feel him in the air.

Slowly,
aaaaaa you find where he used to be,
A ghost of a memory
aaaaa Of heaven.

Silver Screen
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(Speckled with time)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(greyed with haze)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaqaaaaa(Not like the first time)
aaaaadddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(Never as good as the first time)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(Want it back)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(GIVE IT BACK)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaof your best moment

That
aaaa is how I feel
Without you.