Silence grows between us like the roots of the weeds in my mother‘s garden
Gardens that glisten with morning dew drops on each petal of the flower
He loves me he loves me not
It’s a twisted game
And if love is a game someone is bound to get hurt
We can stitch the reopening wound but baby
We are bound to run out of thread and a dull needle won’t get us very far
So why try and glue the broken glass
We can’t hide those cracks
I know deep down somewhere there are flowers blooming in your heart
But we both know those flowers aren’t for me
They are with another girl tucked behind her ear well she smiles at you the same way I did
When you scarred that tree with a heart and our names
Watching the airplanes turn into the shooting stars in the night
I cannot control the course of the shooting stars
And I cannot make airplanes into something they are not
We turn our puddles into ponds
And baby My lungs are filled with unspoken words
I am drowning in my own thoughts
And my damns are bursting with overflowing emotions within
But I know Making wishes on chemical trails is hopeless
maybe we are just hopeless
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