The sand is painless as it falls on my shoulders,
sprinkling me with loving moments and memories.
It piles up around me making sandcastles of my childhood.
I wait for the water to wash it away but it never comes.
The people around me play carelessly, yet I wait as the sand keeps falling.
How come they can’t see the restrictions of this glass house and falling prison.
As time is against us they don’t seem to care that the castles are growing.
As it piles around us, they keep having fun, oblivious to whats to come,
but I know what awaits us as the sand piles up.
The grains of our relationship keep and it’s only a matter of time before we
are buried from the hate you call love.