httl1991

I cannot erase it.

I can’t seem to face it.

Or leave it all in the past.

Is there a cure

For my greatest fear

Of dying all alone?

Is there a meaning

Behind all this dreaming

And these memories that I now own?

Please tell me of a way

Or the words that I could say

To make some sense of this.

How is it possible

To postpone the inevitable

Ending to this fleeting bliss?

I wish I wasn’t so scatterbrained

From the belief that our love was all in vain

But how true can one’s words be?

I now understand a little bit more

From a heart that has surely grown sore

That some things were just meant to be set free.