a stranger and a grape
A grape once called a stranger a friend, so fragile and so brave
Baffled as the friend was, a quiet miracle it was
A season slipped away like the ghost town in his mind
Storming through the days, his emotions as dormant as they go by
The apple had already ripened the day this grape gave him light
The stranger full of bliss, never thought of it, never missed
For the stranger, the grape became his favourite
And fate secretly led him to regret
Leading his invisible strings to the grape, as innocent as he could get
The stranger fell for it, the stranger so perplexed
Every passing second he thought, his emotions might have erupted,
Not of itself but of the grape
The friend hid it as he can, the weaver of the galaxy had another plan
And so the moon watches as the friend breaks it to the grape
That he had hidden for so long, in the shadows of those who don't belong
A marathon it became, as the stranger was running for two songs
One of when the grape started rolling away,
And one of his heart and his mind wandering through the air
And so the dawn never came, not until the grape showed itself again
The stranger is afraid that he'll never see the grape again
He thinks the tower they've already built is much higher
Than the adorement he had revealed
Furious as he was, as he was left chasing illusions, he cannot decide
But now the friend had talked to a sibyl
He wants to see the grape as when the friend was a stranger
Free of all the rot, only willing to start from scratch
He calls for that, it reads between the lines
The words are now out, the grape gets to read the tale
The grape so precious to him, he needs no more than that
The stranger can play along to the story,
But asks the grape for a sorry
Didn't mean to break anything, only wanted it for the story
As for the plot, the second part was a lot
Down the drain is not an option he could've taken
As he tries to pretend he doesn't want the grape
More and more, he wants to believe they both know better than that