Trouble Stirs

Trouble Stirs Trouble Stirs.
What's the definition of friend these days? What's the perfect remedy for the treatment of an out of tune melodic entity,

whose inner workings cannot be repaired or replaced? The answer is a simple cure and the cure is made from love. Love is the only potion which will renew the inner workings of the out of tune melodic entity,

because our hearts have no spare parts and a real friend is not many. Nothing else can fill the empty space to gain affinity,

A friend and the out of tune melodic entity will this always set

apart. The stars in our hearts shine past the inconsistencies in our physical bodies,

lighting up our souls with love,

waiting to be shared with whomever, that love, properly paired to this physical body,

and its inconsistencies.

Even if other stars fade with time,

The stars within me will never cease to give you the magic that they left behind.

So if you need me, I can help.

While trouble stirs within my veins, For the right reason will my heart melt. 

Never again will I remain this empty vessel which feels no pain.

This loneliness must not remain, nor, this emptiness within my name.

The definition of a friend is love. So sorrow, take my grief away.

Righteous, free my mind.

In that one day I'll be myself,

and this lifetime I'll rewind.


BKrabbit