Funny, isn’t it?
How up until the end of the line, in almost anything
We realize, all that matters is how hard we worked to get where we are now.
And yet, in the end, we still somehow end up failing.
Still, we somehow manage to fall short of our goal.
A thousand drops of snow, but only two sets of feet.
Walking all around, hands close, like lovers in their sleep.
She drags me on by hand, eager to explore things she has yet to see.
I wonder if you ever knew, how much you meant to me.
Years passed, and affection turned to ash.
You and I, a story of the past.
A story never told, never meant to last.
A heart now shattered, dropped and broken like fragile glass.
A thousand nights, lost, to a single fear.
A broken heart, now mended across the years.
A lonely spirit, shouting, loud and clear.
My heart, for you, sheds no more fragile tears.
