LOST.
It has happened The worded whisper -“Okay” Severed my joy and happiness And there's that feeling that descends I can't put a name to this strange feeling But it's so uncomfortable My mind is reeling And my throat is clogged like a faulty pipe If I could take the time To breathe a little more To pretend all is okay, wine and dine Then perhaps it would ease the sharp pain I bore I thought a relationship would distance us But settling for friendship seems much worse So should I cry because we are friends? Or should I cry because that's all we'll ever be? I guess we'll never know The heights to which we could grow I guess we had beautiful plans But it was all lost in Time's span.