throwing back

I'm reading and writing words sweetly sounding with your sent
it doesn't matter when all they say is what you really meant.
why do i fall to the things we continue to say?
remembering heartbeats and the vibrations they'd make.
i wish on stars, candles, and wishing wells
to have back the feel of the stories we'd tell,
of excitement of love and how this did start.
stars shot down and a thousand coins on the ground.
and i notice now that theres a hole in my, pocket.(heart)
denied my wishes and all this candle smoke around.

i want back, the laughter and smiles we used to share
planning and thinking and neglecting the end we said was never there
i try to understand cause it's what i do but i just cant see clear
when nothing makes sense and and a stranger stares back through the mirror

an indecisive decision to what i want and all.
no its not anymore and i cant close the door.
im not letting go but im not standing tall.