"It's not you...
It's just the fact that lives come together,
They fade apart...
It's just the fact that lives come
together,
They fade apart.
As shadows are cast, yet numbed by the light,
These are our beings..."
This is what you told
me,
But I remember yesterday,
And I believe and I feel and I want,
And empty is not friendly...
Cracked mortar
Lies
And
pure remnants of an unsure bond.
Perhaps we trust too much in this invisible thread to move on...
Flowers only live so long,
When
they grow out of three small words.
"I only speak when spoken to;
I thought you knew this,
And I am sorry."
Next time I will
be careful what I wish for,
Next time I will be careful what I wish for.
