Crowns

All your dreams washed away in a wave
They're swallowed by whatever's below
Your reach cannot grasp the fact they're
Drowning in a tide of woes

So your love is like the chimes and arrangement
Guarded by a garden of prose
You've always been one to be wailing
Hiding behind the confines of songs

Settle down right now

Now you're old, tucked away in the ending
Clouded by the charm of your aging
Your wishes have all disappeared
They're rotting in a pile of poems

Hours keep passing your fingers
Slipping like rain through your hands
Summers are endless, you wake up
Drenched in the sweat that you wasted
right now

Clouded by the charm of your aging