This is the last poem I will write about you
For my heart remains dead, my soul empty and blue
So please, let me have my say right now
I believe that these walls need to crash down
The grass appeared green
On both sides of our dream
But if you would have seen
The regret in my eyes
It would've been apparent
That my entire field dried up
I shrugged it off
Trying to live this life
But the more I spent time with you
I could feel us drifting by
An earthquake arose in our dream
Separating the field into two
If one of us had jumped to the other side
We would have made it though
And survived
But neither of us tried
To heal what wa