The captured memories on the walls
Are starting to crack, about to fall.
We never had an expiry date
But we never begun, maybe that's our fate.
Holding onto every conversation
Like a journey's souvenirs.
You might be next to me,
But in your heart the distance
between us is of light years.
I could write you a thousand letters
Pick the petals of a hundred flowers
Yet the truth of your heart
Will time and time again,
tear mine apart.
Day by day you leave me baffled,
So I'll leave all the memories in a time capsule.
Buried in the ground, in a time capsule.
Never to be found, in a time capsule.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
The captured memories on the walls
Are starting to crack, about to fall.
We never had an expiry date
But we never begun, maybe that's our fate.
Holding onto every conversation
Like a journey's souvenirs.
You might be next to me,
But in your heart the distance
between us is of light years.
I could write you a thousand letters
Pick the petals of a hundred flowers
Yet the truth of your heart
Will time and time again,
tear mine apart.
Day by day you leave me baffled,
So I'll leave all the memories in a time capsule.
Buried in the ground, in a time capsule.
Never to be found, in a time capsule.