You always said “I’ll love you always.”
But always didn’t last.
Your memories are a bulldozer
Just plowing through my past.
We stripped away the barren soil
And got down to the lode.
It wasn’t what we thought was there
There wasn’t any gold.
Now the ground lays cold and bare.
There’s nothing left of us to share.
We’ve divvied up what’s left of us
And left the ground to turn to dust.
We wanted gold
To free our souls and wash away the tears
But the gears of time kept grinding on
Churning up the years.
So I hold the gems we found back then
Closely to my beating chest
To recollect, to not forget.
At least for you, I’ll do my best.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
You always said “I’ll love you always.”
But always didn’t last.
Your memories are a bulldozer
Just plowing through my past.
We stripped away the barren soil
And got down to the lode.
It wasn’t what we thought was there
There wasn’t any gold.
Now the ground lays cold and bare.
There’s nothing left of us to share.
We’ve divvied up what’s left of us
And left the ground to turn to dust.
We wanted gold
To free our souls and wash away the tears
But the gears of time kept grinding on
Churning up the years.
So I hold the gems we found back then
Closely to my beating chest
To recollect, to not forget.
At least for you, I’ll do my best.
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