My life has been left to puzzle pieces.
until my memory finally ceases.
Wonderful sunsets, and the horrid sunrise.
The shining reflection of hope in her eyes.
You loved him once, you can love him again,
It does not matter how, why or the when.
You took his hope into your hands.
Holding so tightly, he could not stand,
etching your fingers into the strands.
You can't hurt somebody you do not love.
You can hurt somebody who did not know.