Maybe; Just Maybe

Heer we go
yet again
Idont see the point
it always ends the same
You come
and you go
You make promise's
that are always left un-kept
To the nomal person
youd only see
The calm and well kept
But to that one
you are a fragile peaice of art
Myabe this timethings will be different
weather it be
for you or for me
What is left un-said
will reveal its shelf
Only to those with
The kind heart
and gentle soul