Falling Sands
I tried and tried again,
Yet I allows fall flat on my face,
Pisceans are made of water, and when love evades them they slowly turn to sand,
My heart fell and broke,
Broke into a thousand pieces, each shared as sharp as the dagger that cuts me,
Cut me each time I try,
Never seeming to be given a chance, not even a breath to breathe,
Not a single word spoken before the walls are repainted with my blood,
Slashed by her dagger, and left to die in the poring rain that is my emotions,
Rain that slowly washes me away, as my soul withers and dies,
I loved just holding you, and was giving time to do more,
But as the sun rises so too does are love,
But as the sun sets so too does are love, it fades away like the light,
Like the sand washed away from the beach,
The tides rise to drowned me,
And you just walk away, like nothing had happened,
I survive only as four pieces, each held to my dear friends,
They tried to keep me alive, yet it was too little too late,
My tears make the tides sparkle,
And the red sands of my life turn the tides red,
Red with shame, red with dead love,
Love that died with my soul,
When my heart was taken and smashed upon the floor,
And swept under the rug, to be forgotten, to disappear,
To fade away like the day before,
My life brought nothing, and my love was nothing more than dust upon your shoulder.