Paper and pen my new best friend, but where to find words?
Apprehensively alluding at an alluring awe of attraction whilst systematically symbolizing summations of succumbing sadness, unable to shake the thought that this is all it will be.
Words, not moments of fruition.
Thoughts, dreams that will not glisten.
Shared? I may never know.
Scared, for the events that may follow.
Is this something I can overcome?
Or will it consume me till nothing can be done.