Incomplete

-Incomplete

Twigs and leaves, we bury what's beneath.
Of old stones we pick our mines.
Have we forgotten our very own beliefs?
Impaired and such between these lines.

We've been led through this deserted path -
a road that transcends logic and emotion.
This is a place where joy was never enough.
This.. is a beginning of our personal satisfaction.

How often do we laugh as we cry.
How many times do we lie in our lies.
Today our journey lit,
its end lavished with laughters.

But tomorrow there's no promises.
Almost without reason.
As we lay here above all consequences,
our life splashed before us.

Where it all begins, this is where it ends.
Of a choice we seek yet come no answers.
A relationship of more than just friends..
If we could forsake it now there's still chance.

We may have draped our hearts with love.
We may have covered our lives with love.
But have we prepared enough for this?
Have we been of mere impulsion?