How beautiful the way the sun sets. As we stared up at the same sky, and swore
that for an eternity that the stars would collide. I can reach the sky, but I
still can't touch your heart. Can we dream of tomorrow when we can't even get

through today? As forever fades away I will carry these blades on paper cut
hands. I'll cross my heart in hopes that I would die. Throught a plethora of
screams, they can't hear my cries. In these echoes of silence, I can hear the

angels sing, yearning for forgiveness, and the healing of broken wings with
hearts on fire. I'm praying for the clouds to hold me in its embrace. I am
trying to stand on these broken legs. Reflecting on memories I have so yearned

to erase. Tears run for so long that I have gotten used to the taste.