the story set in stone
The last letter I sent you didnt seem to make sense in my head
it took on a vision I was unclear about in my life
after taking the time away from my thoughts I have noticed my words linning the covers of my head
strangling my questions which disvole underneath
the despair I set next to me while sitting alone in the outside air
after singing out a phrase I composed in my head
it is clear to me why I miss the words once said by you
Why I need to spread my body across the floor inorder to reach the opening in the door
as a tint of sun light reaches my hand I can not find the soul to reach for your body
my heart lays still, struggling to cope with the conditions in which I am living under
it seems at this moment I notice something different about that smile across your face
as I cut of the the last phrase I pronuce to you, I have already left the room
creating time to lay upon a threshold so open to the world
what is this going to be tommrow
the beginning or ending of a love story
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