feels like a glass ball in the air,
matter of time before it falls.
Will its fall be cushioned
Will it shatter into pieces jagged sharp
Only time will tell
Wish I could go back to those evenings
when he and I held each other close,
when he joked around playing the fool,
teasing me and loving me and just being around
so i could capture those moments
in water colour, soft, dappled in light
hold it close
coz it may gone too soon.
Was it always just too good to be true
The glass ball is falling now
How will it land
Only time can tell
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