Every Time We Fall

Every time we fall we lose a bit of are selfs. Untill hollow becomes the heart. bare as a vacant stores shelves. The dreamer finds solice in every new face. That new love's illusion. Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that once passionet embrace. Can the bitter heart find a reason to try? Skipping stones alone across dark water. We keep setting are selves up without a single question as to why. A room smoke filled yet every thing shows clear. Sometimes we play the cards. And hold the best one aside in fear. As vast as the ocean from its shores the the innocent crawl. Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion. Every time we fall.