While I sit and stare at Summer Days, Through windows blotting out the Sun. I think of all the things, I said I would but Haven’t done.
I thought I needed to share my time, A second heart to make me shine. Living a life I thought Sublime. I’ve learnt a lot through time and trail.
Now tasked with separating fact from fiction, I feel more and more lost in translation. It’s not the end of me I know that I’ve grown, Genesis is what time has shown.
A single light in Darkness shines, Brighter each time you blink your eyes. Part of a whole is not what defines, Even the mighty oak eventually dies.
In parting I say we’re better apart, Not parts of a whole but apart wholes ourselves. My intention was never to break a fragile heart, But knowledge imparted like books on the shelves.