Some - None can amount

Fickle hearts, what happened to a promise?

threads cut their own for things;

a settlement or a lived dream

everything is nothing if it is not

what you need

Not all can be stopped by a power snap,

like a heart that beats

What will happen if it stops?

What happens if we stop?

many can look the same: people, things…

but never the same

sometimes, it lasts, but

sometimes, only pain remains

and then we ask, why stay?

the gods can’t repair yesterday,

but they gave us today

should we live for glory?

or smile for the summer haze

nothing compares to the memories we made

a mix of love and regret

Do you remember how it tastes?

Many can look the same:

a heart and a name,

but it is never the same

they can never be the same.