• Thundering hearts
    so quickly beaten
    How can it be ignored?

    Start turns to stop
    But wheels keep on turning
    Hurt knows how to lure

    Hated to the end
    by promises broken.
    The world begins to slow

    Those days we lost
    from a different world
    so long ago

    A butterfly free
    from her chains and locks
    Wings that sprout like fire

    A hurting soul
    Lost down memory lane
    Hiding in desire

    Pinky promises
    Secret handshakes
    All when we were young

    The trust we had
    is now a joke
    For what you have become

    Waxing and waining
    rising and setting
    A conclusion that we share

    The state of mind
    and state of heart
    are nothing in compare