Everyday I imagine a future where I can be with you! In my hand is a pen 🖊 The will right a poem of me and you! The ink flows down into a dark puddle, )just move your hand write the way into his heart ♥️ but in this world of infinite choices what will it take just to find that special day? what will it take just to find... that special day. Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today? When your here everything that we do is fun for them anyways, when I can't even read my own feelings what good are words when a smile says it all, and if this world won't write me a ending what will it take just for me to have it all. Doses my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me? is it love if I take you? or is it love if I set you free? The ink flows into a dark puddle... how can I write love into reality? If I can't hear the sound of your heart beat, what do you call love in your reality and in your reality if don't know how to love you I'll leave you be. ♥️🥀 - Monika
