A Fragile Thing
I loved a girl
(we created history)
who sold our home for a single memory
We fell in love
and sensed the hand of fate
until the day
she said we should separate
And in the end
she left empty promises
yes, in the end
~Love~
what a fragile thing this is
I know a woman
who gives all for nothing more than scraps of love
just thrown onto the floor
She aches for her man to the one she wants
but you can’t build a home in a house betrayal haunts
So in the end
she’s given hollow promises
Yes, in the end
~Love~
what a fragile thing it is
I found a love
seen only by a few
It takes your life then gives it back to you.
©2005 Jonathan Varnell
