So much gets lost in the distance.
I'm in constant fear of the next great divide.
Our hearts are the martyrs for the greater good of our sorrow.
We watch the sands of our passion
sift like salt through our fingers.
Washing away in the oceans of our mistakes.
We are conduits of emotions.
We are vessels of desire.
Casting our solemn sails towards the winds of sadness.
Braving our own waves of despair.
So Much Gets Lost In The Distance
It's so hard to walk away from the worst mistake youve made.