We live in maybes and almosts, and tell ourselves no is for the forlorn,
Love’s around the corner, we won’t always be alone.
We wear our hearts on our sleeves, but never soak them dry,
From the tears of days gone by.
Once, broken, I asked,
‘There are crystal hearts just waiting to be smashed,
And out to break them are the ones that never last’
– Truth, or just a prophecy from the past?
In response to : Prophecy.