amid the ruins of their dreams she sits alone sings a song of sweet sorrow remembering the days of their youthful folly oh, how the world was full of vigor, exciting them, inspiring them they believed they could reach the stars if only they tried but what once was, shall never be
She played with the hem of her shirt, looking completely disheveled.
Large stains of dirt marred the sky-blue fabric. During her run home she
had even managed to loose her shoes. Standing in the doorway, she
didn't know whether to run into the house or away again.
in the dead of winter frozen dreams lie buried beneath a blanket of snow blue, seemingly dead still sorrow is seeping through, unseen a wilted rose will not live to see spring and as I walk barefoot over its snow covered thorns my blood flourishes where new dreams will grow
we exist separate and secluded like sand in an hourglass slowly but steadily we fall prey to the hands of time and as I watch your face soften with the years I yearn to touch your lips yet all I feel is the space between us so I kiss the air instead and pretend that you are here