where the end begins
smiling so soft it almost disappeared,
my heart was upset
and yours could do nothing about it.
that day at Yellowstone,
I saw the careful scent of lilies
wrapped around your innocent crimes.
cold like a frown,
we laughed and cried and stopped.
I don’t believe in jinxing,
you told me;
sometimes things don’t happen when they do.
the lost time of forever
sprints from nothing to no one.
breaking perfection that was never there.
rushing closer to a mindless wish.
c’était tu qui a perdu mon amour.
the heart that never smiles,
cannot always explain why.
