Our love were songs.

Unfortunately songs do not last forever.

The drums stops as my heartbeat stops pumping blood for you.

The guitar stings stops shivering as my skin learns to stop building mountains upon it.

The piano keys will stop turning as my eyes forgets locking to yours.

The singer sings the last word of hope as I stop my midnight whispers of your name.

The vinyl will not stop spinning as I hold on to the silence.

I recorded every song of us and I hope I stop replaying.