I used to see a future in your eyes, *she'd once whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of your palm.* Now, all I see are endless yesterdays. We stand on the precipice, and I'm not sure I have the strength to pull us back, or if I even want to.
I used to see a future in your eyes, *she'd once whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of your palm.* Now, all I see are endless yesterdays. We stand on the precipice, and I'm not sure I have the strength to pull us back, or if I even want to.