I’m not sure I believe
that one day the void will close,
the glass will be filled
and all will smell of roses
with the sky lightened by
another new morning
better to have loved and lost,
easier said than done,
adrift in the tide with our
memories washing against me
The inevitability of the kiss
of sea and sand
seems less romantic
and more a nuisance
now an endless cycle all too familiar
never entering my mind that
the day would come
when I’d be drained of all hope
for the rekindling of what was
and god, we really were something
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
I’m not sure I believe
that one day the void will close,
the glass will be filled
and all will smell of roses
with the sky lightened by
another new morning
better to have loved and lost,
easier said than done,
adrift in the tide with our
memories washing against me
The inevitability of the kiss
of sea and sand
seems less romantic
and more a nuisance
now an endless cycle all too familiar
never entering my mind that
the day would come
when I’d be drained of all hope
for the rekindling of what was
and god, we really were something
