And as I start to drift away, my body returning to the stardust that it once was, I am to leave you this – this is my pure blood - the very depth of my being - from which I'll write our story. The story that, like any other, would soon perish with us. It's a triumph of an epic love. A tale of two different books that met on the same page, but now reading its last breath of lines.
But when you do find me again, with another set of eyes, or a different crooked smile, know that I am still caught somewhere in between life and loss, in the bittersweet truth of solitude and loneliness. And after all that's been changed and gone, remember this and only this – our souls know not how time ticks, how life is born and later collapse, or what lies beyond distance and fate, but as long as they beat the same rhythm that is love, our souls will fall right back into place, in the home of each other's arms.
And that, my love, is what we'll carry from this world to another.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poezie"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
