I have been told to stop writing about you. I have tried but couldn’t stop myself. Sitting in the corner at night, thinking about those eyes, that had a storm inside his eyes. Can move mountains from just words. I try my best to not write about you, but I end up staining the sheets with memories. I run from sunsets and stories, everything that brings me closer to you, I hold love under my tongue, but when it becomes a frail warrior it runs wild with life in the arms of our death. To stop writing about you, know that this is a war within a war for an ending that hasn’t died
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton