Sandcastles

We built a castle out of sand,

For love that found us by pure chance.

Never thought a passing breeze

Could end a fragile dream like this.

 

Now just a heap of ashes lies,

Where shattered visions used to be —

Dreams of endless, selfless love,

Dreams of passion’s burning sea.

 

The rift between us grows so wide,

The circle of confusion expands.

Love no longer lives inside —

Only hatred fills our hearts and hands.

 

No more talk — just clash of swords,

Cutting souls with cruel finesse.

Silence heavier than stones —

And trust has burned to nothingness.

 

With every pause, it’s easier to go,

Our silences grow longer, colder.

And I’m afraid we’ve crushed, you know,

Love’s naïve soft dreams — grown older.

 

I raise my face into the wind,

And feel the blood from opened veins.

Love leaves my life — too hard to win…

And all that’s left — a soul in ruins, stained.