Afraid,
Afraid This Will End Someday,
That It All Can Be Unmade,
Wondering Where’s Yesterday?

What Beauty She Has,
So Gorgeous, I Wonder, Where Are Your Wings, Darling?
Scared, Yet Eager To Feel The Texture Of Her Skin,
So I’m Wonderin’,
If I Held Her Hand Will She Stay?
And Not Fade Away,
If I Made Her The Beat Of My Heart,
Will I Not Wake And Find Myself Looking Through Glass,
Vomiting Dust And Ash?
Afraid,
Afraid Of What May Happen On This Day,
What May Not,
Where’s Today?
Darling, I Think It’s Too Late For Me To Apologize,
For Not Looking Again Into Your Deep, Gorgeous Eyes,
For Letting You Trust The Lies,
Still, Here I Am, Trying To Apologize.
Is It Truly Too Late To Tell You How I Feel?
‘Cause, Darling, I Think You Need To Know,
That I Love You So.
That In You I See Not Dust, But Friction,
Not Ash, But A Chance Of Hope,
An Ignition Of Passion,
An Untangled Rope.
Babe, Will You Remember Me Like I’ll Remember You?
Ethan Sanders