If I don’t make it
Know that the little thoughts of regrets burnt warmly at night, and every pillow that held my soul witnessed love.
If I don’t make it
Know that words built more towers than a mason, and beautiful were my designs engraved upon every corner.
If I don’t make it
Feel at peace, in knowing that I once lived before life came.
If I don’t make it
Tell my creations, I’ve know their greatness before their conception.
And if by chance, when I don’t make it.
Bury sweetly my fortress, away within the wind
Let it be, free.
A wonder that I never fed.