Things,
Are easy to say,
When it's not to your face,
Embrace and erase,
All that we had,
It's making me sad,
Was it all just a fad,
Just phase,
That I'm hoping stays,
A while more,
Than it did before,
And the calm,
As I rest my head in my palm,
The choice,
To use my voice,
My heart takes a stand,
As you take my hand,
And we run into the sun,
Chasing the fun,
That was once in our grips,
The tie that we had,
No longer rips,
But it strips my soul,
I loose all control,
I wish I could see,
What plagues me,
In all that I do,
I can't stop wanting you,
And now,
I feel like my world is spinning,
And I can feel the doubt winning,
Over the hope that I had in my heart,
The hope that's been warring away from the start,
Challenging me to not see yet believe,
Slowly into my heart it'd start to weave,
Telling me to wish for my dreams,
Though now they are but dust so it seems,
When words can't be trusted,
And all we know has rusted,
What can change to make it anew,
Recreate it like we want to,
In these dark and aching days,
Some would say hope pays,
But we are still lost and all at a cost,
That's too high for us,
So we turn back to dust.
