In the middle of the heartbreak
Stabbing at the open wound
The bitter taste of silence
As it glides across the room

Still feeding on the memories
Of our world pre-apart
Much to late to dine upon
The matters of the heart

We had what I thought, an everlasting love
That was riddled with such pain
As our questions went unanswered
Our excuses did the same

We had become a fortress
But lost the keys to our hearts
With every wall painted blue
Our love became a lost form of art

Who would have ever figured
That with me digging up the past
I'd come across these memories
In all this rock and shattered glass