Mending broken toys is easy,

Hands are swift to tape and tame.

Mending broken toys is easy,

Broken hearts are not the same.

In these eyes,

We see reflections,

Days we’ve lived,

As memories died.

In these hands,

We see distinctions.

Cuts and scrapes,

And wounds of pride.

Every second is now fleeting.

Left me here now, to explain.

Every day is taunting forwards,

Left here all alone again.

Strangers meeting,

Roads have ended,

And open skies lay near ahead.

Strangers remember,

Memories ended,

Paths lay covered amongst the dead.

Meeting,

Fleeting,

All these greetings,

Did we ever truly see?

Sweet,

Like candy canes in our heads,

How sweet that blindness seemed to be.

Paths have crossed,

Between truth and lies,

Between day and night,

They remember,

Just as I,

The spider webs of life and light.

Confused amongst the icy fights,

How innocence begins to die.

Tales we spin,

As time ticks on,

And silly minds say silly things.

Tales I spin,

I’ll spin one now,

Of the magic broken souls can bring.

They met in a winter,

Of the past,

Souls of cold,

Yet souls of flesh.

Mirrors of what came to pass.

Too perfectly they seemed to mesh.

Never have you seen before,

Like this,

Two ones of a kind.

Watch songs enchant,

And mirrors shatter.

Time moves on,

Just as lessons bind.

Funny little fantasies,

Shared in whispers,

Lived in dreams.

Two worlds collide in innocence

Standing at this mountain’s foot.

They both learned lessons,

Walked farther, farther.

Alone inside,

But not to bother,

Each upon the path she took.

All the things,

They thought they knew,

The worlds they conquered,

Those skies of blue.

Never seeing all the hopes,

That broke along the way.

In the dark,

Do they remember?

All those frozen,

Broken Decembers?

All the silly little endeavors,

That seemed to end too soon.

Roses are red,

And blood is too.

Just like the path,

Of me and you.

Red thoughts and

Broken roses,

They litter now, our way.

We used to laugh,

As reality shattered.

Dancing in the eyes of Fall.

We used to drink the life of Spring,

And we didn’t hear the teacher’s call.

Time has splintered,

Into pieces,

Leaving quiet ghosts behind.

Reminiscing on our reign,

I drown deeper now, into my mind.

That laughter is now silent,

Dormant,

Locked inside some dark abyss.

Among the winters of the past,

Images dance,

Of signs we missed.

Lost in the cold,

Amongst the dark,

We can’t be where we once began.

Each of these strangers,

Worlds apart.

They’ve disappeared,

Those miles we ran.

Born of mirrors,

Reflecting fears,

And broken lives they couldn’t fix.

Cold and snow,

Toil and Ice,

Sage and Java,

Lost in the mix.