We could be castaway's?
Washed up on a shore of love.
Uncaring of where we are.
What we have to do.
It is so beautiful until the fall.
After we do. We wait.
For a breath.
To voice the same three words.
To search. For who you make me be.
Flying is so easy when you have wings.
And, yet, only but faith, is all the more satisfying.
When you have nothing. To fly with?
It's one step
One word.
That creates. The difference, between me being there, and being here with you.
I breathe you. You breathe me.
I move. You move.
I don't want to be stuck in these places.
Never ending spaces
Caught in attention. Of the throat. Of the mind. Of the heart.
Constricting into two narrow paths.
Unable to live in both.
So therefore. I die in love.
Scared of what you might say, am I right?
In the most cowardly way. I ask for you to understand.
You have more time than I do.
I've lost my grip.
On beauteous memories of you.
You shall be unforgotten.
My time is done.
I still see you.
Can you see me?
Please say you can.
Say you can and let me rise away.