Why did you have to let go
As if you were the only one holding on?
Now I'm grasping at your fingertips
Trying to keep us both afloat

Thoughts come in many shades
Painting your head with
Blues, purples, and yellows
Allow those thoughts
To run out your pen
Ink filling the dips of the page
Swirling into elegant letters
That my friend,
Is how to be a writer

His lashes fluttered open and greeted him with the sight of her laying firmly against him. Golden rays of light peeking through the curtains, illuminating her soft features. He couldn’t possibly resist taking a closer look. So he peered down at her, auburn eyes swimming with an indescribable feeling, one too powerful to simply be described as love. No, it was a feeling that welled up inside him, threatening to burst as he attempted to keep it inclosed behind a smile. It was warm, sometimes fiery and he couldn’t stop himself from coming closer and closer even if he would burn. This feeling was far too powerful to be described with a mere four letter word. He could say he loves her, but no matter how many times he repeated it it could never possibly encompass this sentiment of his. And so, he decided to let it remain unspoken, for, silence speaks louder than words after all.

In the span of a second
I knew something was wrong

In the span of a minute
You managed to break my heart

In the span of 5 min
You grabbed your keys and left me

In the span of a few hours
I had cried till there were no tears left

God knows how much havoc
You could wreck with more time