I keep holding on,
and hoping in time,
we can bury all this pain,
and wake something inside.
Wake something inside
that used to be,
a warm and fiery spark,
between you and me.
You and I were beautiful,
surviving together through hurt,
holding each other up,
with love and sacred words.
Those loving and sacred words,
no matter how hard I try,
barely on my tongue's tip tingle,
barely beat or come alive.
Our love was once alive,
holy with its own divinity.
Our hearts and souls entwined,
Mother Nature's wondrous entity.
This entity,
silken and gold,
grew weak with strain,
rusted and old.
Rusted and old it collapsed,
yet there is unrequieted love.
Fathoms and fathoms of mirth,
the light and joy expunged.
The light was glowing,
passionate and warm,
for now it resides,
in our hearts worn.
Worn out and tired,
weak with miles apart.
Our bonds of silk severed,
a festering cleft to heart.
This cleft dulls my love,
floating away on grains of sand...
It slowly frays and fades with time,
crushed under weight, no longer can it stand.