An Open Letter


It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are
And our voices,
Our touch,
Our lips are searching 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 paint these days
A clearer shade of black
Now a dying wave on a shallow sea
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,
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed
Yours Always







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