My Darling,
If one day, all the roses wilt and all the leaves have fallen,
would you still choose to water the bushes and pick up the pieces?
Would you still sing beautiful melodies in the morning if the sun was hidden
beneath a field of clouds?
For one day, I, too, will be withered.
I, too, will crave to hear your sound.
show me who you are, tell me who you were, and we'll see who you become. know me with your hands, and your eyes, and your heart. send me little pieces of you so they become pieces of me. i will wait for you until the sun rises and brings another beautiful day. show me you who noone knows and ill keep all your secrets. i know your shadow and the way you feel in the dark. i know you with my eyes closed, but never before have my eyes been open. everything is so beautiful, everyone's so pretty, sometimes i feel like my eyes cant handle it. stay with me, my soulmate, my friend, and please dont fade. so we can be scared together, and sometimes fall apart. so we'll hold onto security sweatshirts, and sunglasses, and headphones blasting music we can get lost in. until we're ready to lean on someone and find a hand to hold as we learn to stand on our own again. let your subconscious flow through your pen and find what makes you happy. just make sure you never forget the little things. the small pleasures in life are what makes it worth living. there's a hole in my soul that can only be filled with you. piece by piece its sewn together, but never can anyone's soul be perfectly complete. you gotta give away pieces along the way to the people that need them. everyones fate has a key that unlocks the door. i thought i saw it in your eyes or maybe in a dream. i'll give you me piece by piece if you'll show me who you are. take my hand in yours and together we'll find the way, one sunset at a time.
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The cicadas sang
The end of the summer
In my pocket
I carried the weight of an unsent
Love letter
show me who you are, tell me who you were, and we'll see who you become. know me with your hands, and your eyes, and your heart. send me little pieces of you so they become pieces of me. i will wait for you until the sun rises and brings another beautiful day. show me you who noone knows and ill keep all your secrets. i know your shadow and the way you feel in the dark. i know you with my eyes closed, but never before have my eyes been open. everything is so beautiful, everyone's so pretty, sometimes i feel like my eyes cant handle it. stay with me, my soulmate, my friend, and please dont fade. so we can be scared together, and sometimes fall apart. so we'll hold onto security sweatshirts, and sunglasses, and headphones blasting music we can get lost in. until we're ready to lean on someone and find a hand to hold as we learn to stand on our own again. let your subconscious flow through your pen and find what makes you happy. just make sure you never forget the little things. the small pleasures in life are what makes it worth living. there's a hole in my soul that can only be filled with you. piece by piece its sewn together, but never can anyone's soul be perfectly complete. you gotta give away pieces along the way to the people that need them. everyones fate has a key that unlocks the door. i thought i saw it in your eyes or maybe in a dream. i'll give you me piece by piece if you'll show me who you are. take my hand in yours and together we'll find the way, one sunset at a time.
Continue reading
The cicadas sang
The end of the summer
In my pocket
I carried the weight of an unsent
Love letter
My Darling,
If one day, all the roses wilt and all the leaves have fallen,
would you still choose to water the bushes and pick up the pieces?
Would you still sing beautiful melodies in the morning if the sun was hidden
beneath a field of clouds?
For one day, I, too, will be withered.
I, too, will crave to hear your sound.