who wouldn't wish for a love to be kept for a lifetime?
after being wounded so long—
with pain perpetuated, that it took shattered pieces of one's self
but then,
i hope it was an illusion of my vulnerability,
to watch an endless rays of undeniable possibilities
played in a diffident mind.

i hate how there are open doors
to new beginnings,
of how a jump to the edge makes me lose you
but, after all, i pray to see you after timeless decades,
as the picture of your face in mind is carved perfectly,
and undying words tattoed on my flimsy dermis.

if you ever change your mind,
and wake up one day—deciding to rebirth
a soul not meant for mine,
then maybe for one last time
begin the love all over again
until we're both ready to bid farewell to the love we once have gained.