Our lost loves are laced with traces of what used to be.
Smells, places, sounds, feelings, their touch–
All memories tainted and poisoned by adolescent fantasies,
Wishing for the comfort of a disillusioned past,
Forcing the remnants of our loved to rescind into the darkest depths of our heart.
Good intentions are never really enough, are they?
We want action!
For there is no greater language in communicating ones true desires.
How loud must the action be to cloud the clumsiness of our words?
How long must one persevere to see the Shining light of your face again?
Everyday without you is torture, knowing our lives may never be together
I’m not afraid that you weren’t the one for me, I never was.
I was afraid you’d forget me and never come back.
I just want to be free from the pieces of you
I left stuck in my heart.