A small lapse in our dark void of stillness
Was all I needed to ease the heartache.
Or should I be asking for forgiveness?
Was I blind to our own little earthquake?
Too many questions within our blank miles
That only contain our missing pieces.
Black and white covering our fading smiles,
As the bare distance only increases.
We are nothing but an echo of love,
Which I so selfishly thought to be real.
With our lies, I thought we could rise above.
But we crumbled, and I made a big deal.
Why did we crumble, lifeless to the ground
When I didn’t make a single small sound?