in the dead of the night,
she'd disappear in a slumber,
but a small whisper of her heart,
and it all comes after.
it was a chance,
once in a maybe, millions
she got his heart,
he was her lover.
it was blooming,
like a flower hidden in night,
but a thorn was hiding,
just away from plain sight.
it is painful, it is hard
to let go of someone's heart.
you know how it works,
you know how it starts,
the bridge is burning,
misunderstanding covering the path,
through the way they connected,
is the way they can go back.
