There's a part of you that still lives in me.

This one's for a failed romance.

We were a love

made in an assured 

disaster

A love made in

innocent rebellion

of children waiting

for a happily ever after.

We've been caught in the

grim of boundless nights�"

commitments in borders

and glances left unknown.

We hide the love

we knew that was real, 

In hope we knew

that were never to wither

and let our hands meet

to spell forever.

But let me know why

have you let your hair grow 

long, and let your eyes 

be left unseen.

Let me know why

have you let your care

grow far from me,

and your heart

grow farther.

Author's Note

There's nothing poetic about failed romances, but we can make poetry out of it, right? I accept reviews. Thanks :)