Everything we'd designed
used to fit us both;
gorgeously
All the songs we'd sung
used to sound;
perfectly.
But look at us now
words quenched, faces dismayed;
sadly
Where are all those castles we'd built; in the air
where are all those poems we'd written; in the stars
where are all those gardens we'd planted ; with hope
And that fire that kept our spirits alive
Drifting through the winds of despair is now
ashes
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Everything we'd designed
used to fit us both;
gorgeously
All the songs we'd sung
used to sound;
perfectly.
But look at us now
words quenched, faces dismayed;
sadly
Where are all those castles we'd built; in the air
where are all those poems we'd written; in the stars
where are all those gardens we'd planted ; with hope
And that fire that kept our spirits alive
Drifting through the winds of despair is now
ashes
in the end love isn't always eternal ....
if it isn't true
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