Our Unfinished Story

I found the bookmark in the novel, right where we pressed the pressed the pause

The ink is fresh but the pages yellow, highlighting all our fragile laws

We were architects of"someday" building castles in the air

Now the blueprints are just memories of a love that wasn't there

And the narrative got tangled, the plot lines fell apart

We were speaking different languages with one united heart

And this is our unfinished story, a book that ends mid-sentence

Full of all our faded glory and a lingering, quiet penance

The chapters promised happiness, the ending wasn't clear

Now it's just a ghost of"maybe" that I'm keeping safely here

You're a melody I'm humming, a radio in another room

A beautiful and distant beating, a flower refusing to bloom

We were a symphony in progress, with a conductor who lost the score

Now the music's just an echo, slipping quietly out the door

And I keep re-reading passages I practically know by heart

But the meaning's like a secret, I was never truly part

And this is our unfinished story, a book that ends mid-sentence

Full of all our faded glory and a lingering, quiet penance

The chapters promised happiness, the ending wasn't clear

Now it's just a ghost of"maybe" that I'm keeping safely here

Maybe some tales aren't meant for closing, maybe some loves are just a phrase

A beautiful and fleeting question, lost in the haze of passing days

I'll shelve it not with anger, but with a bittersweet respect

For the beautiful, unfinished story, I will never quite forget

This was our unfinished story, A book that ends mid-sentence

Full of all our faded glory, And a quiet, kind of penance

The chapters promised happiness, the ending's finally clear

It's just a ghost of"maybe" that I'm learning to hold dear

Unfinished story

Our unfinished story

I'm telling it myself now