I can almost feel the ground shaking
As old ways begin to fall into the abyss
And the new finds itself sifting through the cracks, down into
And through me
What was will never be again
And I feel it tugging on my heart strings
Pulling and pulling, just to see how flexible they really are
Thinking maybe if they tug just gently enough they won’t eventually snap
But they always do
We have a way of forgetting that all things come to an end
And when they do
All we have left is a memory and maybe a tear or two.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
I can almost feel the ground shaking
As old ways begin to fall into the abyss
And the new finds itself sifting through the cracks, down into
And through me
What was will never be again
And I feel it tugging on my heart strings
Pulling and pulling, just to see how flexible they really are
Thinking maybe if they tug just gently enough they won’t eventually snap
But they always do
We have a way of forgetting that all things come to an end
And when they do
All we have left is a memory and maybe a tear or two.
