the sky is clear
and now it's clear
that all that's left
are pieces of
my broken heart
a memory
a piece of fiction
that was so well written
trying to make some sense of a world without...
these waters are so calm
I'm not too sure, I've never been too sure
I don't know if I'll ever be sure, if I'll ever be sure
because oceans are endless
and she was further than oceans away
so I remain without, and I turn within
because no matter what I do I'll never have her again
but it was never about what I did and didn't have
but I can't help but think what could have been
or what I'd do or say if I ever saw her again
but it was never about what I did and didn't say