One minute you are on cloud nine
And the next you're falling straight from it
A steep drop...
How does one even give it a try again?
The ink from the pen written on the blank sheets
Emptiness in words that stay
Felt only through the scar of the etching of the rewritten pages
In the beginning I thought I was made for loving you
But my soul just couldn't be re-touched
I searched every corner
And I ended up alone...
My heart honors my intuition
But my soul is not here
I can't change into someone Who I am not
Nor can I pretend to be another person...
Friends lost, new gained
Blind love reckless burning
Regrets slowly fading
But how can one actually forget?