#22

Realistic love;
unrealistic dreams.
If only I had the chance
to start over,
to make things right.
This state of confusion
leaves my questioning,
uncertain,
doubting heart
afraid and alone.
Without a goodbye
or farewell,
my love.
If only we had everything
on our side
and a fair chance,
maybe we could save
our wounded hearts.
If we could find
something deep inside
and revive ourselves.
Some way
to save this failing love...

I always had hope,
I never gave up on us.
But we fell apart
and now I'm crying
because I wanted
it to work so much.
But reality
was never on our side
and it threatened
to pull us down,
and we wouldn't listen.
We wanted to defy it all.

But we couldn't.