Scrying
Scrying through a broken glass
The time has come and it has past.
The illusion go of what could have been is what hurts the most
We need to let it go-that things could have been different
Scrying through a broken glass
Left with a shattered glass heart
The ripples dance on the waters reflection
The sisters of fate put us in different directions.
Scrying through a broken glass
The hurt still lies underneath
With the stains of time etched in our palms
You are someone else
I am still right here.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Scrying
Scrying through a broken glass
The time has come and it has past.
The illusion go of what could have been is what hurts the most
We need to let it go-that things could have been different
Scrying through a broken glass
Left with a shattered glass heart
The ripples dance on the waters reflection
The sisters of fate put us in different directions.
Scrying through a broken glass
The hurt still lies underneath
With the stains of time etched in our palms
You are someone else
I am still right here.
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