What Makes Rust

through with straight lines, all circles become mine. i cant speak as easily as see. seeing you swallowing words, like swords with your eyes. when he said all he wants is time its a problem that cannot be solved. time washes in like a flood (fast and furious) its what makes rust the color of blood. (these days seem split by our ways) our ways, on rails not derailed. our ways. the color of love