We* both started this story
and I'm really proud of our glory.
I knew when I first saw you
that life has finally
given me something new.


Our story has been nothing but great,
it is beyond anyone's control, this is fate.
Creating this story has kept
the coldness away
and now the skies were blue &
not gray.


But all stories must come to and end,
our goodbyes are now sealed
like a ******, our story must now
descend.


It seems to me that we must
finish this story because it's about
to rust.
We cannot save this story anymore,
we must end this and stop to ignore
all the signs that always has been there
looking at our story with it's glare.


This is the end.
*Yet, I love you