Closer to the end, of the beginning, of our time
Where every word has meaning,
Every meaning has a rhyme.
You put it all together
Just to see it fall apart.
You don’t know where the trip should end,
But there’s nowhere left to start.
Awakened by the soft, unspoken words of those you love,
A testament to unforgiving failure from above.
Closing up and breaking down,
The only thing that’s left.
When trust is not an option
Because everyone forgets.
Time heals slower than love can break
A heart wide open is a valiant mistake.
With nothing left standing but tears and lies
Every lost moment, a wrinkle in time.
I know I’ve done wrong and I know I lost touch
But how can I lose something meaning so much?
The end is beginning, the door is now closed
The words have no rhythm
The rhymes are all prose.
To love is to live, and to live is to learn
But when will the living part
start to return?
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