Titles are Extraneous

Lorena Love Brothers

If it doesn't make sense, then it isn’t for you

I was barefoot and unaware

You slowly helped me undress

These eyes, My eyes; You looked

I walked up to you

I envisioned a beautiful existence 

It was an illusion that led to me to this chaos

You are You and certain things I knew  

Certain things you wouldn't let me know 

I wanted to know 

Now I know nothing

I am the fruit

You found in the snow

Perhaps we met on a tree

a time when we were free

under a sunset, a multitude of colors

you and I became lovers

that sunset light

turned into night

Time spent homeless in the city by the bay

Deep in the Haight-Ashbury

A liberating feeling

We didn't need money for identity

The streets provide

All for innovation

We wake up one day

only to realize the value of relationships

Not all things are intended for us

These words are no longer only about you

You were the Sun

I was the Flower

If I am not your flower

I am nothing; A distant reflection

like the memory of one day; 

that day we decided to die together

By the way you will miss out on many songs

For nature Never repeats itself