Round-abouts of confusion
A ship of misconception.
Free falling into fire,
But only getting higher.
Together but alone,
Still holding onto hope.
Slowly the fire dies,
Waves begin to arise.
And suddenly something breaks,
Even though he still cared.
It's the sound of a shattering heart,
Faults on both parts.
Constellations breaking,
Connections tearing.
Last night she loved him,
Well into the foggy morning.
Tonight she just cries,
Asking herself why?
She wonders if he's doing the same,
How long must she pray?
Know that she cares,
Know that she dares.
She sees his girl,
But does he see she's hurt?
But perhaps it's okay,
She needs to drift away.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Round-abouts of confusion
A ship of misconception.
Free falling into fire,
But only getting higher.
Together but alone,
Still holding onto hope.
Slowly the fire dies,
Waves begin to arise.
And suddenly something breaks,
Even though he still cared.
It's the sound of a shattering heart,
Faults on both parts.
Constellations breaking,
Connections tearing.
Last night she loved him,
Well into the foggy morning.
Tonight she just cries,
Asking herself why?
She wonders if he's doing the same,
How long must she pray?
Know that she cares,
Know that she dares.
She sees his girl,
But does he see she's hurt?
But perhaps it's okay,
She needs to drift away.
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