That which binds us can never be broken
Too many words still left unwritten and unspoken
Too many kisses not yet given
Too many songs that carry our rhythm
I love you too much to not let you be free. I’ve loved you so deeply I know you’ll always belong to me.
It’s cruel and unjust this woe filled situation. To know what we know and feel what we feel, and suffer still this separation.
So many promises not yet fulfilled
So many wishes taken by the wind
Not enough time together
Not yet forever
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms.