We let people in,
to see the darkest of our worlds.
We make them promise,
for their lips to be sealed.

People get tired,
we part to our own ways,
smiling or fighting regardless,
the memories never fade.

laughs cease, tears wiped,
we fall silently, secretly
hoping to be found.

time keeps rolling,
the world keeps spinning,
that we can handle,
we lose control, for people changing.

we stop, take a breath,
turn around, stepping back,
reminiscing the past,
the relationships, do they lack?

Curiously peering,
we can’t help to wonder -
danced to the same tunes,
cried over the same boys,
wished upon the same stars,
sat beneath the same trees?

the past is the past,
yet it decides the present,
the future, a mystery,
more ominous than it’s ever been.

Who will care for this wretched soul?
What will clear this mass of obscurity?
When will the sunshine be filled with bliss?
Where will you stand, on this perputual cursed land?