I love you.
And I'm writing it here,
Because I can't write it there.
But it doesn't change how I feel.
And no matter how hard
I've pushed it away,
I can't deny,
that it's real.
As real as I, who am standing here.
And you, miles away.
In a town enveloped in the thickest snow,
In a house engulfed by the shade.
I dream of taking you away from there.
For us, for you, for me.
But these dreams are just the dreams of my dreams,
And there's no way they can be.
So I'm writing it here,
Because I can't write it there.
And you may very well, never know.
That I love you now, and I'll love you then, and I'll love you wherever I go.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
I love you.
And I'm writing it here,
Because I can't write it there.
But it doesn't change how I feel.
And no matter how hard
I've pushed it away,
I can't deny,
that it's real.
As real as I, who am standing here.
And you, miles away.
In a town enveloped in the thickest snow,
In a house engulfed by the shade.
I dream of taking you away from there.
For us, for you, for me.
But these dreams are just the dreams of my dreams,
And there's no way they can be.
So I'm writing it here,
Because I can't write it there.
And you may very well, never know.
That I love you now, and I'll love you then, and I'll love you wherever I go.
