I had my chance . I blew it . The series of moments is lost forever and now what is set to be seems a little gloomy to me .
I should have tried harder.
Read the signs in the clouds but not the ones I was meant to read . Wrapped myself around a wooden heart and turned it into ice .
It stays.
This fire can't touch it.
Cannot break it.
Circling the floor
of a metal green passage
that I was just passing through .
Playing with the sounds of a glass breaking.
Im waiting for you to come.
Waiting for us to grow