Was it too early
To say I love you
Was it too early
To show you my feelings
Doesn’t matter now
Cause you’ve moved on
But late at night
Feelings for you come again
If I had another chance
To reach your heart
I’d do it again
Because I can’t move on
Maybe I have a problem
But you’re fine now
So what can I do
When I see you with him
It breaks my heart
When you’re in love
With him, while
My heart is still hung up on you
They say true love exist
But honestly, I don’t believe it
After being shattered,
torn apart inside,
a hole was carved out of me
and something in me died.
Our dreams, desires and hopes,
so young and plentiful,
all too quickly melted away,
both of us feeling dismal.
The time that then came after;
so dark, unhopeful and bleak.
The Heart could see no light,
the body soon became weak.
A living, moving corpse,
an empty, lonely shell.
The Soul would drift, unheard from,
locked in its gloomy shell.
But life is so persistent,
and always will pull through.
Subtle, gentle rays of light
will once again shine true.
The pieces of Self are gone,
and an emptiness remains,
Yet the dark thoughts drip away,
the Soul no longer in chains.
So Self must be reborn,
clay in a potter's hands.
Piece by piece, the hole is filled,
done so with multiple strands.
Recreated little wonder,
dance with Joy once more.
Let your dreams regain their wings,
and see what He has in store.
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