The musical clinks and chinks Of glass splashing onto this hardwood floor Take me back to those dear, sweet memories This is the sound That a teenager hears right after those words, And these words will resound for years This is the sound That every single mother will repeat to herself Curled up under the covers, alone This is the sound That decorates a sad love song Whispering a could-have-been that's been lost, The sound that still echoes in my mind From a time that I've tried and tried to leave behind This sound is the cost For your first love, first kiss, And the first time that Cupid's arrow missed Not winning a heart, but hitting it This is the sound of a heart breaking.
Deoxyribose Dollface · Sun Jun 07, 2009 @ 02:08pm · 0 Comments |