Schism

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
 Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
 Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
 Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
 The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
 We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
 I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
 No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
 Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
 To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
 The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
 And the circling is worth it.
 Finding beauty in the dissonance.
 There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
 Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
 I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
 Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
 Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
 Sense of compassion
 Between supposed lovers
 I know the pieces fit