Striking burnt matches on the ground
Counting harsh words out of our mouths
Building small fires out of ash
Another step from what is passed
If I could have your heart again
Remake this bed I’m sleeping in
When our hearts resembled works of art
Wasting my time chasing parked cars
I hate that this is where we are
Arms length away and worlds apart
So far from where we want to be
Back to the days when we were we
Trying to forget when we were new
The air around changed me and you
The seasons storm have washed away
All that we were, like driving rain
When I saw the happy in your eyes
Came from someone else’s smile
I know that we will never know
What could have been, just down the road
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
Very well done, Kelli! Achingly sad!
Oh the might have been, the nostalgia, and the wish for something different and better... all too relatable!
So sad, yet so beautiful. Well done.
Beautiful imagery!
Sounds like life's give and take.
This Ia so interesting
Gosh that was soooo heartbreaking 😭😭😭