the hours tick on
the battle fades
the dust settles
is it really true
is all that's left
just broken glass
shards of once was
pieces of our hearts
torn in a moment of misspoken words
and heated emotions
is that all we can ever be
past tense
were all those months
of pouring out our hearts
our souls
was it all to end like this
I miss the old us
before it broke
I miss my friend
I miss what we were
is there a way back
a rewind
a delete
or am I forever left with broken glass
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
the hours tick on
the battle fades
the dust settles
is it really true
is all that's left
just broken glass
shards of once was
pieces of our hearts
torn in a moment of misspoken words
and heated emotions
is that all we can ever be
past tense
were all those months
of pouring out our hearts
our souls
was it all to end like this
I miss the old us
before it broke
I miss my friend
I miss what we were
is there a way back
a rewind
a delete
or am I forever left with broken glass
