I ache for that
One true feeling
That fills and spills out at sides.
Now.
That same cup is empty.
And somehow thats wrong.
I cant believe this;
A dream without,
And a world within.
Sooner or later
We will learn
That we were simply
To young.
But will that matter?
Sometimes i wish it would.
Other times,
I wish I wouldnt cry.
But as time goes by,
And the metal begins to rust,
Ill dwell on this and think:
You were the one.
The one I thought
Would drive me on
In this odd world.
But it was merely a dream
A hopless insight to a life
with you.
But who am I kidding?
It was me.
Me all along that hampered
Our rat race to a Fairy Tale Ending.
