The Crack

I can feel the palm against my own,
Fully open to see the cracks,
But there's nothing left
To hold on to.

We try and try with all our might,
But our actions do the talking,
Which makes me wonder
What killed the spark?

There's the love that we truly have,
If our palms close together,
Then the cracks will close,
And our love will grow.

We hold on tight as best as we can,
And try to make this feeling last,
We hold on fast and
We hold on slow.

But alas,
Your warming touch turns freezing cold,
And so does my eternal soul,
My heart has cracked,
Hoping for change,

But change will never come
In my hopeless dream.

I hope your palm will close for another,
Because our love would have destroyed each other.