come along for the ride, will you? i promise, I read the wreckage of us right the first time.
all that followed was simply something to endure, to let go of, to embrace.
there was a breath of yours i remember, one that whispered words of remembrance, words of a fight for me forthcoming. there was nothing wrong but the way those motives carved something out of me i never knew i needed in the first place. you promised, but where are you now. these seasons shift to silver and i will always be gold.
we are all here, but i am still waiting for us to find enough love to fill these ripped edges with resin and pressed flowers from a part of our hearts we will leave untouched. let me be free.
and so it goes 