I wish for my life to be a marathon
Not to win, not to lose
But to always keep running

Whatever happens, whatever I find
If I trip or fall, break a leg or an arm
I wish to get up and keep running

Not to reach a Finish line
But to smile along the road
And to encounter everything I wished for.

The freckles covered her face
Her smile drew lines darker than mine
She sat beside me , giggling and talking about a time
When she was still blooming just as I am right now
When she wanted to climb and dive
And when she played and laughed with people that now aren't but a distant memory
Some of them died some are too busy thinking about what food they should make for tonight
She described youth like a dime that will loose its value and disappear once time fly.
She then looked at me and said, that I'm not blooming the right way
That my petals are opening up too quick,  
And that I'm too focused making them pretty and pink
She fears they'll fall before spring
because to her beauty is strength, and it's root is time
Now I'm confused and afraid
Afraid that time will win the race
That I wouldn't have stories to tell
That I'll lose what I have now all because of fear and doubt
And the absurdity of the youth's mind

Days, hours and minutes pass
I count them, waiting for them to amass
my mind wanders around, believing in what could be
it crafted you in a fantasy
blinding me from what I didn't want to see
waiting for it to be pure, to be true
to reflect every dream I wished to get through
but do you count the days as well?
do I even ring your bell?
or is it quite instead?
unlike mine-always disturbed by your knocks
I stand there peeking
a blush sneaking
I smile, and wait still
to open when I know you will

I can feel it ,
another story that's about to end

I got comfortable and again gave too much,
then felt like to you my worth was nothing-
but a one night of fun

or was it my mind playing tricks?
always the same, fooling me more than once

and what's sad , is that I already know what's about to come
but I'll drag it out ,
just to prove myself right
that in the end, I was never worth the fight

I felt a need, you were the muse
a hunger too strong to refuse
it craved you, it stripped you
urging me to taste you
to devour your flesh
to consume you whole, leaving no crumbs

tingling drops of love escaped
begging for us to be near, for us to merge
making us complete

I let my tongue unravel the truth
heavy honeyed words dripped

but sweetness quickly turned bitter,
stinging my sight
drenching my cheeks in guilt, in fright
my love once pure , had rotten to filth

I prayed your eyes would shut there blinds
that your ears would fly , leaving my murmurs behind

I wished death would take you away,
if you ever knew what love made me do

why is it bittersweet
when you wander in my mind
since you sent me your eyes in a frame,
a moment in time, forever confined

you stared ahead , lost in the view
and I wished it was me you were looking through

so hollow and deep , it pulled me near
blurring my sight , dissolving my fear
my world grew smaller, my mind went still
a warmth that burned , yet gave me a thrill

I fear if your gaze ever met mine,
you'd swallow me whole - and I'd think it was divine

historians made it clear
that every moment we lived was dear

that each soul left ripples
shaping the world in ways untold

remembered or not
they had their time, both bold and slight

and just like a fallen fruit that feeds the ground
you too will leave, your echoes profound