is it too much to hope?
is it too much to say? that being with you, takes me away somewhere far beyond any length of the world, beyond space, beyond a time or a place...
is it too much to dream, to wish and to think?
is it too much to hold onto what you left me with...
a memory, a name, a trace of your soul, three words; no meaning, the leftover of another girl...
damaged and broken, pulling away threads
sewing you back up was a priveledge; to watch you mend
then unravelling your heart and your mind
swapping your trust for my lies
flinching whenever you called me 'mine'
was it all just the wrong time?