September 2
In the end, you hurt the one that hold you whole
the cleverness of your logic, you played her
the teasing of your lovely words, you torn her
pieces by pieces, she flew with the wind
That day when she sat down in the beach
she was holding on the pain of your memories
shattered, but she walked all the same
holding her gaze to somewhere she can’t see
In the end, you hurt the one that keep you whole
but it doesn’t matter now
she is broken and she is grieving
but she will go on and will be happy again……
