They are strangers now, separated by their worlds and walls.
There is no chemistry, no spark, nothing special.
They are simply strangers, sharing a couch.

One is autumn, one is spring;
one likes talking, and the other? Listening.

If walls could talk, they’d weave a tale so tragic.

In the beginning, he was sun, and she was moon.
At the ending, she was running, but he was leaving.

In the beginning, there are many things.
There is music, and laughter, and broken strings.
They have cooperation, and commitment, and promises.
Her mom gives them glasses, his mom gives them dishes.
She has her charcoals, he has his guitar.

At the ending, close to the ending-
There is his guitar, her laughter, they’ve broken things.
And that is all that is left.

Promises and glasses, dishes and hearts.
A year of trying and losing is written on the walls;
the wallpaper- peeling, the curtains- ripping.

He clears his throat, she stills- hoping.
“I’m sorry,” she hears, and it’s okay.
“I’m sorry,” she hears, “that it’s ended this way.”

I’m sorry, she hears. I’m sorry, that it’s ended this way.
I’m sorry, she hears. That it’s ended this way.

“It’s ended this way?”
“I’m ending it this way.”

I’m not truly concerned
With your thoughts of me
The hollow beliefs
As to whom you perceive I am
Your test are pointless
For your standards I will not pass
Only meeting my own expectations
At least those of doing better then my past
Yes surely its a reckless path
Who knows where the banishment may lay
Consequences are tomorrows problem
Carpe diem motherlovers, I’m here to seize the day!
So It has been a long tenure
By now I surely feel like hell
Just let me tell you this
People up at four, have a story to tell

You always told me to keep my head held high,
To not worry about it.
It's better to look at the stars and the tree tops than your sore blistered feet,
Reminding you about how badly you want to stop.

But what's so bad about stopping and looking around,
Taking in every face and sweet emotion,
Watching the leaves fall and the sun rise,
And maybe I'll get to see that beautiful smile of yours.

You are my best friend, but for once let's hold hands and dance in an open field,
Let's pick flowers and when I try to put them in your hair,
Just let me,
For once let's not worry about pleasing everyone and just be ourselves.

Tell me,
What would you do if no one got hurt? If no one judged you?
Would you tell me I look pretty today,
Tell someone that it's not me, it's you,
Or maybe look around a little?

It's your turn to watch the waves crash,
And the birds taking flight.
It's your turn to be held not to hold,
It's your turn to pick the moon out of the sky and play frisbee with the angles instead of hangman on the back of your will,
Don't hold back.

For once let your hair grow out just to tell your kids,"yeah I had a pony tail",
Cut it all off,
Give it to charity,
So your neighbor with breast cancer can say "yeah I have a pony tail",
And for once in your life do it because you can.
Not because it's the right thing to do,
To say,
Or to think,
For once stop looking up for answers and care for your sore, blistering feet.