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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Monday, September 5, 2011, 10:35 PM

Had we seen it coming?
Was it all predestined, all written before it had truly happened?
That this precious relationship could only last so long,
that all good things must eventually end?
When we had talked for the last time, did it feel like the end?
How does the end feel like?
Was the end the sinking feeling in my heart when I said "bye" for the last time,
the unmistakable jolt that prevented me from walking to the end of a familiar road?
Did you see the finality staring back at you when you looked into my eyes?