The truth about expectations

I paint the pictures in my heads
Only to replace them with faded photographs
Of expectations gone far of track
And crimson hearts turned black and blue
You can laugh at me for the plans laid down
In grains of sand and stones and wishes
Because it’s not always as simple as it seems
I am not half empty or half as full
I am sweet like the water guarded by thorns
I am fragile like the fallen autumn leaves
And I am empty now you tipped me over
Water makes it’s way to the edges of existence
Gravity will not be denied it’s pull
To the edge and over
And down down down I fall