I know,
what you'll never show.
Though I wont let you go,
I'm sure you'll slip away,
just like each yesterday.
left with just those
images in my mind.
Still dreaming of a dream
I'll never find.

Each time I see you,
I know for sure what I'm hoping for.
But I just get:
More salt water dropplets on my plams.
More broken heart cliches.
More of those missing days.

I know,
Why we're apart now.
Just a part of life's art,
Chiaroscuro of the human heart,
a forever between each stop and start.
But still it beats;regardless.
I'd rather a broken heart
than to be heartless.

Each time I see you,
I know for sure what I'm hoping for.
But I just get:
More salt water droplets on my palms.
More broken heart cliches.
More of those missing days.