We cradle a broken vision a broken ideal, a broken heart when it’s done. Then nothing but silence.
And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.
I wanted to be so in love with you wrap myself so deep In.
For who are you to know what it is you truly want? Some wants disappear some wants are marked in your soul forever and some wants were just not meant to be.
But like a cloudy apparition it just wasn’t meant to be. You are blind and I am free.
because it’s alright to be solitary darling for at least you know what is true.
Like the broken bottle that I am. Split and spinning tossed to the side. Until I can release you.