The moments won’t last and the

love always does.

Memories shape the broken pieces of me

as a vase shapes the water,

but the frost is coming and

everything breaks with the cold.

I hold your body’s sweet memories for their

fading

warmth and hope to life,

but for what?

Life is a series of overdramatic events

played by unbelievable actors.

The hero dies before the end,

the damsel rescues herself,

and nobody gets who they want.