Sometimes it's hard when you know,
When you know you have to hurt to heal,
That you have to burn to steal,
The heart back from one lost little girl.

The world's running away with me,
And i'm not sure if i've been found,
Or if i've been carved from the sound,
Of two souls, two different goals beating as one.

Wasn't it fun? Haven't you won?
On my knees I handed you your prize,
Mine one of a kind, as yours fits any size,
Stones erode empty seaside, find one day a pearl.

Found in the foggy sea where you would never follow me,
Clouds of immorality found dissipating, manually,
Have you superceded limits bound anually?
As pearl from grains of sand, my heart blossoms within your hand.

But does the rose finally fold, hand clasped to fist?
One day I'll find mine, through yours, mended,
And with these silly, fluid ramblings ended.
Maybe we'll hold onto our pearl.