It's almost lke we've died entwined in that way we are.
And our voices, our touch, our lips are seraching for answers to questions not asked.
It is not a belief in dreams.
It is not a refusal to accept.
It is a refusal to let go.
And words written over time only serve to pain these days a clearer shade of black.
Now a dying wave on a shallow sea,.
See, our lives fade apart to converge -
Only in my darker hours, only in my saddest hours...
Take these words pulled from me tied to you.
Destroyed.
Yours Always.