He's got those eyes I never could put to words, but I see them before I sleep. Still a piece of missing puzzles, a riddle unsolved that I couldn't keep.
I could count the hours that wasted away, all the effort placed in between. Now I live in sterile reality, I've no hope left in me to dream.
My heart once broke along the floor, I stopped to watch it shatter. All the pieces left of me, are to jagged and bent now too matter.
I placed our memories in a jar of glass, tears sealing it with sorrow. Just another lesson learned, love is something we can't borrow.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
He's got those eyes I never could put to words, but I see them before I sleep. Still a piece of missing puzzles, a riddle unsolved that I couldn't keep.
I could count the hours that wasted away, all the effort placed in between. Now I live in sterile reality, I've no hope left in me to dream.
My heart once broke along the floor, I stopped to watch it shatter. All the pieces left of me, are to jagged and bent now too matter.
I placed our memories in a jar of glass, tears sealing it with sorrow. Just another lesson learned, love is something we can't borrow.
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