“Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.”

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Is there still time? or will we remain past tense.

Lovers. They only come close as she lets them.

Carry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.

She knows that he knows where to find her.

Slowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

Like fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

I have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.

The trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.

Love is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.

Imagine her to be more then just – a dream.

I still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

Making me feel small won’t make you feel tall I’ve faced bigger giants than you and watched them fall.

The fall of a single star can never darken the whole sky.

They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.

I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.

Ideas too sometimes fall from the tree before they are ripe.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I’m praying for patience and falling behind.