Pretty plans made for tomorrow's sun,
Seasons shift, and the days must turn.
No date set - what's begun comes undone,
Dreams unravel; still, we yearn.
You remain just as you've always been,
Perfect truths cast as lovely lies.
Close, but distant, I ache deep within -
Foolish heart - unwise, unwise.
"Gang aft agley" my constant creed,
"Don't count on it" roots in my soul.
Faith's a farce, and my wounds still bleed -
Don't count on ever being whole.
I've shared the pieces of my heart,
Words I cannot speak aloud.
What thoughts that I've borne, torn apart -
The "yous" will not read, are too proud.
So I gather what strength I can claim, Though I falter, and bend with the strain. I've lost, and must shoulder the blame - Alone, I will weather the pain.
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