I asked you to meet me,
where the streets hum soft with rain,
in Amsterdam's quiet whispers,
where we could start again.

The canals held our secrets,
the bridges our unspoken dreams,
but now those pathways lead you
somewhere far beyond my reach, it seems.

I thought love would linger,
like the mist along the Seine,
but now you stand with another,
and I'm left calling your name.

The tulips have bloomed without me,
and your heart’s no longer mine,
yet I trace the steps we never took,
in a city lost to time.

So meet me in the echoes,
of a song that fades away,
where Amsterdam remembers us,
but knows you couldn’t stay.

Love drifts in riches,
Never to find you in time.
Hate ends in glitches,
Ready to date in a dime.
To see them go by,
Never flesh to our own eyes.
Makes you wonder why,
Darkness and doubt to despise.
Ego is dying,
Better find the spirit fast.
The wicked trying,
Angels dare loves demons last.
The old soul sinks, dies,
Numbed from waters rise…

A part of me is left behind every door that closes
Like a mourning loved one, I leave roses
Another chunk of me is stolen by future pretend friends
Right when I step through the convenient door they told me always opens
With every new venture a strand of hope ends

©2024

why do u always look up when u are sad ?
at least the starts will look at the tears
that people failed to see