Friday, February 13, 2015

You asked.

"You know what the strangest things is?
Now at the ending,
When all we do is fight and stumble,
I still find myself smiling on your midnight mumble,
When all is crumbling down,
You still have to gift to turn a laughter out of a frown,
You know what the most rare is?
That even after all,
The breaks, blows and shakes we survived,
We could still be parting at last,
But somehow it feels like a mistake made to fast.
I wish we could quietly rethink,
The promises unspoken written in invisible ink,
How can I let you go,
When I know for myself,
That I will not find in any amounts of lifetimes,
This strange and rare love we share."

Something keeps me holding on to nothing...



















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