...Love stories are
sometimes written by romantic regrets
Hands used to hold another
and now they are
empty
collecting dust from broken promises
Words were said
drifted and lost
but the memories remain like
a sliver in the backbone
Chained to the thought of
hopefully
once again
Trying to revive the flame
under the rain as the
soul drowns in sorrow
But like shattered mirrors
they can never tell
the same story
again...