It was her love that held her prisoner. It wasn't anybody else's dreams that stopped her. But what if you woke up one day and realised that your dreams were a living nightmare? And what if you found out that you were the creator of your own misery?
Can you see my unshed tears, As they threaten to take over me? Can you touch my many scars, As they burden my heart forever? Can you hear my silent wishes, As they struggle to find a voice?
Do you know how it feels, To have nothing to want? Do you know how it is, To be defeated in love? Do you know how it looks, Inside my broken heart?
Hold her hand, Not so tight. Leave her hand, Not so fast.
Do you wish I was with you? My heart thinks you do. Do you miss our memories? My heart knows you do.
"Hold me," she asked without a syllable. He heard her. His strong arms surrounded her thoughts, making the terrible ones disappear. She said a silent thank you. His arms responded. They didn't need words.
Wasted years turned into sudden regret. She could blame nobody but herself. Choices are personal yet circumstances are created by more than one. She yearned for the lost years. Precious days and months and years spent in a loveless cloud. She had fooled herself believing that she wanted just that. "Is it too late?" The voice…Read more Too late for love?