The key to your heart, though near it seems, is on keychain far away. Which in turn is on a nightstand, right next to your innocense. And nomatter how either of us tries, neither will ever be ours. And in that one day when our hearts intertwined our fate was sealed. No oracle needed, we saw where it was going and dodged that bullet. Never again to love, but always to long. And as our hearts are silent, the screams of longing may never cease. But of course the hope persists. What is this human obsession with hope? Is is just the unwillingness to cope with loss? Eitherway, no matter how hard we try, the love we once hoped for is no more than just that, hope.