Is it cheesy to say it?
or try to expand it to a
remarkable cliche
My throat has run dry
The words have to mean something
or my silence will say it all
to your face of glowing curiosity
will you drink up the sentence
or giggle and snigger because you've
heard it all before
What I would do
to be true to you
my fate was to be a shadow
of yet passion and dismay
A reacting chain of links
That go in circles
What is your story
Does it end, will it end?
When that blossum fell
and touched two lips that lie
We never planned forever
But does that mean no ever after?
What we always planned, fadded to black
Now where we were
start to back
So here we are
now at the end
end of what you may ask?
the end, like a fairytale where
no life goes on after
Those credits rise
To fall back behind
and hide away
It is the end
Don't run or cry
But if you must run
run for a goal
if you must cry
cry out for me
and I will come running
