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Emptiness in my heart,
and there we choose a path of no regret.
If that's where it all starts,
then why has it been my greatest upset.
Pride or joy, we choose the greater devil.
While we balance between self or the other,
we are mocked by our very own endeavours.
This time it's truely now or never.
Stained across the eyes of our hearts.
It stands blinded of the clearer light.
As our little hands chooses to part,
it's sad we let it go without a fight.
Keep running to the end where the road is neverending.
You might find a way back to bliss someday.
The fact that you find this most appalling,
we should have never taken this way.
A yacht we built to scour the seas,
seems to distant away from the shore.
Yet there's not a soul up here with me,
only a broken heart in which you tore.
Fallen twigs they speak a sad song.
Humming birds they seem to laugh,
at the little things that have all been gone,
at the "happiest" memories that have taken its path,
at the hands that have chosen to part.
