Too late

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Baltic autumn winds
Deafening my soul
The chains I forged upon
Shattered beneath all

The walls I build was fixed in my palm
Time wanders on
Jingle bells ring
The tunes I yearned were for you to sing

There she racked
A lonely silhouette
That mirrors me well
With a flinty oyster shell
Yet to be cracked

I built my chains holding me upon
Forcing the true metal to dash long away
Disregarding what's yet to be gone
The winds grow lighter as spring obeys

There she racked
Unbroken from the force
There I realised she was my remorse
I came closer but she backed away

I ran and ran and ran
Only could be heard
Was my breath like a fan

The darkness consumed
One year again
Only her footsteps where fading into oblivion

She held my hand when I held my chains
I longed for her when I found
That she was my soulmate
The footsteps already faded

I am one to blame
Because here,
I was too late

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