You're trying to build
on something that's breaking down.
There's cracks in the foundations
of what was once a magnificent palace.
Our love once the glue holding us together.
Now it's dried up, musty and *****
leaving our feelings blowing in the wind.
What was once a beautiful feeling
now lay dead and cold on the ground.
Our bliss evaporated,
replaced by jealousy and hate.
Where did we go wrong?
When did it become normal to feel so
alone?
The tears and the screaming,
your eyes dull and lackluster.
You cracked through my walls
left a storm in my home,
then left, fixing the wall you broke.
But even things mended will never
return to the same glamor they once held.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:17 AM UTC
You're trying to build
on something that's breaking down.
There's cracks in the foundations
of what was once a magnificent palace.
Our love once the glue holding us together.
Now it's dried up, musty and *****
leaving our feelings blowing in the wind.
What was once a beautiful feeling
now lay dead and cold on the ground.
Our bliss evaporated,
replaced by jealousy and hate.
Where did we go wrong?
When did it become normal to feel so
alone?
The tears and the screaming,
your eyes dull and lackluster.
You cracked through my walls
left a storm in my home,
then left, fixing the wall you broke.
But even things mended will never
return to the same glamor they once held.
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