take a walk along the beach with me we'll gather up some broken shells and soggy wood and then we'll sit and ponder how to make these now useless items good because at one time the shells were homes and the trees helped us to survive until the breeze came along and blew them down and the shells washed in with the tides now all of natures precious gifts are ruined by the wind i guess it just blows the way it wants to blow, relentless, like your sins yes, take my metaphors take my analogies just take my whole right hand twist them all to fit your mind because i could never make you understand that by-gones can't just be by-gones we cannot just be friends "come what may" has gone too far and this is where it ends the wind is blowing strong now. your scent passed by along with the white dust, and notes from an angry piano having been betrayed by a powerful electric guitar sing loudly, causing the earth to quake and quiver underneath me like when we mixed our chemicals and the world came to an end... remember that? do you remember how i built it back up with new promises and lost kisses? i can remember it so clearly that what is in front of me now is blurred by tears. it's no good anymore. the tragedy of it all is that i question every day whether or not moments shared were really shared. the real pain comes from the unknown, the unknown that no one will ever, ever know. who was the one in your heart if any at all? does it matter now? did it matter then? do you think of me when its dark and no one can see in or out, when you stop smiling and breathe in this new reality? i don't think of it anymore. not how i did. its nostalgia. it's sorrow. it's aggrivating. it's a teeter totter between here and there and i'm balanced in the middle trying my best not to fall off because it's going to stop soon. it's going to stop and i'm going to jump off and congradulate the new champ having held her game and been careful with me... with my heart... with my faith... with me up there so unsteady. i just wish i would have known what i know now then. trust... trust is fluid like a stream that flows smoothly at times, then over sharp rocks and growing fungi, on a journey to a delta of love. a calm that we never really reached. i'll see you. i'll sip my coffee. sip your tea. i wont abandon you. i won't break my promises. but i cannot and will not love you.