Rain will come as the seasons change.
Butterflies dance watching my memories fade.
Know I chase not your love, but the thought of you
A heart given away, broken and fixed with glue.
Left alone to collect dust
The shattered fragments of us.
Healing is a distant land
And I remain buried in the sand
Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 6:29 PM UTC
Rain will come as the seasons change.
Butterflies dance watching my memories fade.
Know I chase not your love, but the thought of you
A heart given away, broken and fixed with glue.
Left alone to collect dust
The shattered fragments of us.
Healing is a distant land
And I remain buried in the sand