Words. I can’t seem to find them whenever I write about you.
But I will try. I need to so that our souls can start anew.
You never loved me. I’m starting to lose my love for you now.
But there was a time when I loved you more than words can allow.
A time I’d write your stories down so my heart wouldn’t forget,
A time I’d worry over all the people I viewed as threats.
Foolish, naive, lost. That I ...
Precious, loving time has passed and shall never return
Wishing I could stop the fire that continues to burn
Yet I still fall in love with the smoky, hopeful flames
The warm sparks embrace my tinted heart and call my name
My soul has suffered far too much to get burned once more
It has taken seasons for the scars to heal and soar
Above everything that made it wail for a long time
I would never be...