My Beginning

I broke the spell on my own, though its reach was far and wide Even when you hid your face in your hands I learned to sing louder Until I had turned The tide I wondered if you ever thought of me or one kiss I gave to you When you read all the words I wrote Did they burn like pouring salt Into an open wound Of truth I took a look at the coldest smile and found the warmest heart Standing clear of the picture and its owner Thought I broke the spell on my own As I watched your fingers Come apart From a straight drop of a thousand feet, I found the spell's ending Then tried to hide my heart in my own hands But you only learned to sing louder Until you had become My beginning