And if I was just another pond in your story thats fine.

Because love stories are just maybes and baby I'm sorry.

And if I wasn't enough don't tell me you still love me.

Because love is a hollow of broken promises.

And I'm not bitter, only getting better.

Happy lies sting badly.

When I look up at the moon, I dream of an unlikely reality.

Would you answer if I called?

Nevermind, these thoughts are playing tricks on me.

Slowly, these goodbyes no longer feel like poison in my heart.

I'm toying with the fact that maybe its okay to be torn apart.

I guess sometimes where the sun meets the ocean really is small.

But I will save that part of me. . .

For a time where the love is bigger than the fall.

That, was the only lesson she ever needed to learn.