Words can't explain the awkward silence
Shed by two pairs of dying eyes.

How are words so feeble
Yet they linger in your heart
For years after the accident occurred
When the voice has disappeared
And only crushed fragments remain.

Her silhouette flickers in the moonlit meadows
The draped dress drags behind her
Her cheeks wet with past mistakes' cries
Or maybe the moisture came from the weather

I would always think of her,
Every night we'd cry our pain
And say that we were both dying
But only one of us ever did,
And I never told her
How I felt.

Dusk stirs the breeze of autumn
Spun to a sudden halt as night approaches
Waves of light appear before him
Those of villagers carrying torches
And within little time the morning comes
Dawn settles on top again
And when the sun will settle
Neither Dusk nor Dawn will win.

Her sapphire eyes reflect the ocean to the moon.
She causes the tide to bring me to see her beauty.
And when I get there I sit and stare, prepared for what she'd tell me.
She bats an eye and starts to cry and holds me near her soul.
I follow her luring line and quiver in her hold.
She lets me go upon the ground and starts to walk away.
I know I'd never get that high with her another day.

The absence of your second half stalls you,
Your gears screech to a halt
As you cry raindrops into your worn pillow
And await a day that they'll return.

They've left you for another life,
Perhaps it'll be warmer.