Explosive silence Bottled violence A vile combination A sizable complication Thoughts unheard from a heart not conferred Your actions will confine you if you let history define you
When we are not right, Everything tastes stale. When we are not together, The Earth stops spinning. When we are not us, The world is grey. When are are not, Nothing exists only you.
What do you see in the confines of that frame Do you see a girl broken like the pane She sees only the pieces molded by the pain She looks into the glass and sees only the cracks But what she fails to observe is the man at her back She cannot sense that he loves despite what she lacks Because as shattered as she feels he knows she is whole And all that he wants is to show her he mirrors her soul Because they are the same, separated only by the lines life has made
Maybe they loved each other or maybe she could have made it or maybe it would have all been okay. If they had tried. Maybe. But it never was and never will be.
A word with so much potential. So much unknown. Maybe, but no one will ever know.