backward glances see the words written in caked mud
footprints turning to dust
the past has lost its way
unable to see my future within your eyes
for it now has no foundation
cracked at its core
fissures have turned to gorges
leaving valleys for tears to fill
overflows taunt the levees to break
pretty lace, rose petals, and heart strings
just don't hold it together anymore....
but forgiveness granted
as i blow harder to dry fragile wings.