Cynthia's Story

I die a little each time I remember the way things were

Because it takes me back to those moments where life was perfect

I haven’t had much of me to give since cause life has showed me the best things always leave

I don’t know what if

I don’t know what is

And life to me is just a glimpse of what it had always looked like

I meant for it to be different

I had dreamed of something else

I had wanted someone to understand

I had wanted true love

I die a little when your hand does nothing for me as you hold it

Because your pulse is dead

Dead like the flowers that died long ago

I die a little each time I run into someone else that makes my day better

Cause you just don’t .

Coming around with your complaints of wishing your life was brighter

You don’t see me

You don’t care for it

And each day I die a little

But one day, I will live I will breathe and I willingly love you more than you’ve ever loved me but it will only be for that one moment when life is perfect