Polishing tin

There wasn't the one that got away...
Worn down on paths, seldom walked...
Not all stories have happy endings...
Nothing is touching or matching...
There was never that spark, that came with a look...

Bound like this

They would meet on a shady day, not unlike this...
They would fight to make it unreal, fighting with fate...
For their own sense of destiny...
Plans that were never made to take on another...
Only for that one, would hearts sink...
Nothing could make them cry, then to be bound like this...
Something they couldn't ever, overcome...
No matter the tears, no matter the distance...
It wasn't theirs to say...

Grey light

Is this how rainy days are...
Without a drop...
With a confidence of the grey light...
Something could be on the otherside...
There could be a meaning to this silence...
Because there is no echo to tell...
Who could tell me this...