I am only temporary, but your love for me, does it seep endlessly through your mouth and hands and the warmth in which you hold me? Does it retreat once I am the dirt you stand upon, or does it go before its time, like i have?
I looked outside; the sun had set but the light remained. That little moment when the light still covers the sky before night swallows it up, that tiny moment in time is when the sky truly looks majestic.
I feel the same way, this little time before the night takes me away. Everything that begins will end somehow, somewhere...
"Will my end be just an end?" He asked himself,
Little did he know, his end was only the beginning