Fire turns cold, Forests lose their magic, mirrors break. Poets lose their words, And I lose you. We create stories without knowledge of what's about to come. We lie when we speak the truth. Eyes shining, Heads turning, Pens writing. Books whispering, Flowers shining in moonlight. Ink covers my skin, Brushes in a lake. A wall of reasons to die, to live and to keep me away from you. When I want to write, My story is yours. We'll never get there. Secrets spilled over long forgotten days. Mind turns cold, eyes turn gold. Want to be the one to speak her name as mine. Fell into my own lies, Confusion is me. Why do i keep when i want to lose this. Nothing breaks like you. I'm stuck. You can see, what if we both don't want this reality. Why me?