Tarnished Is it worse to break a heart, Or tarnish a perspective? A question of morality, That leaves you introspective. Hearts will mend with time, Although become protective. But a mind is not as innocent, And may become defective. Perhaps there's no real answer, As the truth may be subjective. But I'm not as sad for my heart, As I am for my tarnished perspective.

A Fleeting Moment Of Clarity A fleeting moment of clarity When obscurity fades away And all that's left is sincerity As the truth comes out to play Trace the cracks in the foundation Where the irony seeped in Lost in our own desolation Fell together to fall apart again A face of familiarity Yet those eyes don't see like before A fleeting moment of clarity I don't know you anymore.