Twinge

Wistful and wayward
parting from your cold
A  day in the life
that you never told
I see it dying
to have none to hold
Ignoring and lying
we'll never find gold
This journey won't take me
back to your soul
Twisting and turning
away from your cold
Wistful and wayward
we'll never grow old -
together.

Equation

The death of a dream that never came true
My heart mourns the painful back-stab of fate
New chances seem old, old chances seem new
Irrational fears begin to translate
into confusion about what I've done
destroyed many lives systematically
proving that I will just end up alone
This can't be proven mathematically
No logic applied, or reason explains
the possible answers missed between years
No magic equation can contain
the algorithm for infinite tears
If I could substitute the right numbers
my dreams could exist in peaceful slumber