If I had hope, it’s there for breaking.
If I had dreams, they’re nothing more.
And in the morning, when I am waking,
The pain returns, like each morning before.
I don’t feel loss, though I have lost you.
I don’t feel regret, despite the burn.
And through the years, my heart will stay true,
Forever yours, if you return.
But if you do, I fear our ending.
I fear a repeat of the past.
So I am broken, and never mending,
For what I need would never last.
We are but flowers, on the Earth’s surface,
And we will bloom, just for a day,
And just like flowers, we will be replaced,
Just like flowers, we’ll die away.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
If I had hope, it’s there for breaking.
If I had dreams, they’re nothing more.
And in the morning, when I am waking,
The pain returns, like each morning before.
I don’t feel loss, though I have lost you.
I don’t feel regret, despite the burn.
And through the years, my heart will stay true,
Forever yours, if you return.
But if you do, I fear our ending.
I fear a repeat of the past.
So I am broken, and never mending,
For what I need would never last.
We are but flowers, on the Earth’s surface,
And we will bloom, just for a day,
And just like flowers, we will be replaced,
Just like flowers, we’ll die away.