The say out of the abundance of the heart,
The mouth speaks.
But, how best can I explain it?
Ellipses?
Confused?
I guess that’s what happens when a writer leaves you with an incomplete idea.
For I hoped for a beautiful ending to our love,
How it all made sense building up,
To battle with the ending to it.
A flower that never ceased to bloom, yet withers in the cold.
That whenever you got a chance to cross my mind,
You stilled the traffic.
Chaos in my thoughts subsided.
A soul that single-handedly managed to calm oceans,
Oceans myself, didn’t even realize we sailed through.
