I really want to run away to the walls of your house
the comfort of your bed
and the security of your arms.

She walked through life as if running isn’t enough
Her palms were filled with absence
Her nights heavy with unfinished words

She knew it wasn’t the end—
Only another bruise of time
Another echo she had to forgive

To graze within this end
Was to cradle sorrow like a fading rose
Bleeding beauty into silence

And still she chose—
to make life bloom—
when the moon glares at her doom
To smile even when forever ends


Erennwrites

I have the urge to make myself into small peices with glass and metel