A fragile heart is never meant to be turned, ripped and broken
But so often what reflects from fading love we speak of very softly
The years that build this sacred trust at time will be cut short
By failures from the tainted bliss corrupted by our choice
We walk a line so ever fine only noticed when theire's a problem
It's up to us to work it thru, to straighten the pains and sorrows
At moments we're able to pull together, reaching a mutual desire
Other times we pull apart leaving painted promises to expire
What sort of voyage would be taken upon an ocean so mired?
Could togetherness form a cause to keep this hip from floundering?
Or would our drift upon this sea, leave a feeling lonely, dry and barren
A question one should seriously ponder before our sun does set
As we sail forwards seeking a new destiny
Searching the abyss for a different reality
The best will be if we can find that quiet calm
Releasing the torrents of love's abuse
For once the line of no return has been sadly crossed
We lose all the memories of what was and will never be
Sins we cannot escape from seems to flow very swiftly
Beneath the currents thrives our dreams unfilled and unforgiving
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
March 01, 2010
But so often what reflects from fading love we speak of very softly
The years that build this sacred trust at time will be cut short
By failures from the tainted bliss corrupted by our choice
We walk a line so ever fine only noticed when theire's a problem
It's up to us to work it thru, to straighten the pains and sorrows
At moments we're able to pull together, reaching a mutual desire
Other times we pull apart leaving painted promises to expire
What sort of voyage would be taken upon an ocean so mired?
Could togetherness form a cause to keep this hip from floundering?
Or would our drift upon this sea, leave a feeling lonely, dry and barren
A question one should seriously ponder before our sun does set
As we sail forwards seeking a new destiny
Searching the abyss for a different reality
The best will be if we can find that quiet calm
Releasing the torrents of love's abuse
For once the line of no return has been sadly crossed
We lose all the memories of what was and will never be
Sins we cannot escape from seems to flow very swiftly
Beneath the currents thrives our dreams unfilled and unforgiving
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
March 01, 2010
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