Spirit's p.o.v

Estranged beauty and familiarity, vanishing supportive lifeline of mine. Aquamarine tears spell out the word goodbye. Nothing else matters at this critical point. Excuses, unbroken promises and missed opportunities overshadow a possible reconciliation in the near future. Success floats away just like a balloon in the air. Call me maybe, ebony eyes. Never let me go, country roads. Hope escapes with me to paradise.