We are rolling in circles;
First you, I repeat,
A time of compromise,
A time to forgive.
That night of exception
And pitiful pleas;
Two glasses we're raising,
Two glasses of tears.
Tell me, do you believe
In pointless squeals?-
Distant, we are still chasing
After promising cheers.
I try to erase
All the cynical me;
You are stitching the pieces
Of unbreakable "we".
What the heart's tightly holding
-Once let it away-
Never comes back
With same devotion and fate.
Drearily aging the night
In a fading believes;
Gladly letting the sun
Guide two separate streets.
This is so incredibly amazing, I read it nearly five times to soak it all in. What a genuine way to express something so "cliche." It's...beautiful.