In the neverland. The broken hearts travel by.
You roll out of bed, and for a moment You can hardly breath.

Is it still.

Am I still talking to You.

When the dreams won't come.
And I will not know why.
Will the silence, be enough.

I try, try
try.

Yet, I can't cause,
you're
gone.

And sad as it is,
I lost a part of myself.

In the neverland of our past.

Roses, Tulips. And me.

And You.

Sleep.

When I would dream with a broken heart.
Seeing the world is the hardest part.