They are everything
The first meeting, the first text
The long nighty phone conversations
They were analyzed
Phrases were rehearsed and planned
They are the reason you fell for me
Crafted so carefully
Presented so articulately
They mean nothing
If they aren’t made for you from me.
How do we escape this haze?
Every day seems the same
Some shine bright
While others fade to gray.
How do we find the order
When everything seems to be in disarray?
Wake up together
Fall asleep beside one another
But some days it doesn’t feel the same.
How do I become the hero again?
As time passes
It seems I am more fit to play the villian
Can I redeem myself or is all hope lost?
This haze runs too deep
This uncertainty too thick.
How do we rise above
And return to what we once were?