kintsukuroi

I weep for you, I weep for me 

I weep for all the precious things 

That never had the chance to be. 

The rose that came to bud too late 

Connections lost, or never made 

And for the shining soul that gleams 

With love and beauty, still unseen. 

If tomorrow is our only hope 

Then what is there in yesterdays? 

If perfection is our only goal 

Then what of perfect dreams that fade? 

And how to catch the tears that fall 

Through the broken cracks that run through all?