Holding on to nothing
Praying we can make something
Out of something I found
Nothing in but this
Holding on to hope
That what is is not
And what we dream will be
I'm still holding onto nothing
As long as there's no you and me
I thought that things would change
The past would be erased
But I guess I was wrong
Sometimes I thought that you would
Be with me still today
It just goes to show sometimes scars heal
Faster than your words
(Disclaimer: don't even remember what I wrote this for/about...lol. It's not my best...but this blog isn't for showing perfect pieces of literature)
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