Is this all love? Promises broken like a pack of cards, Chandelier that once lit love, now lies in shards. A child too breaks his own made sandcastle, with swift, gentle blows, But he still makes it knowingly, breaks the one who he made her sit so close. Maybe this is the truth, everyone has to leave, Winter when comes, you have your clothes to weave. Maybe you have to unwrap her hands, for its not a fit, Cold is dancing outside, you have your hand-gloves to knit. Maybe you were not worthy of her promises, maybe so was she, House of hearts has been burnt down, go run, run and flee. Maybe she lied that your letters were eaten by that mouse, Run away from her, Build a fire, and go build a house. Run, Go build a house. :)
