Life the abstract thing

Life the abstract thing
Broken hearts and keepsake dreams
Tidal waves of young and fast
prove nothing's ever meant to last
Unfilled broken promise
never meant to be kept
Unless you see it in her eyes
Unless you hear it in his lies
Lest she feed you to the flies
Life the abstract thing
Broken hearts and keepsake dreams
All that's gold does not gleam
in your starving, tortured soul.

Wow.
You've really hit something here. You have the most intriguing, fitting way of phrasing things.
"Keepsake dreams," and the "Unless" lines, and the title/how it fits in. I wonder if this is a poem or lyrics? If you can catch the mood you were in when you wrote this again, run with it! It's good.
I also particularly like how there's no punctuation until the last line, and you have to notice it. You don't say "Life, the abstract thing." And how you seem to look at it from both points of view (his and hers)...or, you hold both sides accountable. Either way, it makes it seem more observant/realistic and less overemotional, as this poem could be if it wasn't written as well as it is. Does that make sense?

Well thank you. I actually wrote this a few years ago before I was ever in P&Q and found it while cleaning my room. And it was written as a poem but I do have a song version of it. (Am I that obvious?)

Obvious? I don't know - but I can't see writing such lyrical poetry and not trying to find a melody to go with it. Plus I know you're in a band so I figured it was pretty likely.

And, question: When you clean your room, does it take about a decade to get through it because of all the papers/notes/drawings/writings you keep finding? Because if not for those distractions mine would take -no- time. As it is... *sigh*

Most certainly. In my most recent effort I found three folders worth of stuff. XD