With the hustling of leaves falling onto the ground and my hands used to the cold weather of Maple Street, the same sky where little strange souls like us meet—under the waves of clouds thickening our sight and our smiles splattered all over the place—remains.
I stirred my coffee, and you drank your now-cold chocolate drink. Your eyes carry the burdens of the stars and gravitate towards mine—I have been awake and alleviating the presence of old souls surrounding us, and I broke down. You embraced me like the classic song you are.
A lighthouse guarding travelers attempting to overcome the sea, I caught your hand and pressed it closer to my chest. Doors opened, unfolding a new chapter for us to climb higher than usual, and you looked at me like I used to look at you in pictures I keep for myself—lulling this young, brave soul to sleep in dull hours where you softly snore in a damp bed while the moon speaks in a softer tone to let you close your weary eyes and darkness begins to unfold within.
Sometimes it makes it harder to breathe the very same air you inhale—and these two young hearts live in another world, closer to home, and you held me, finally, the anchor I once dreamed of, and now your presence I could see—your skin I could be comfortable with.
it's still there sitting still inside those bars the pages we drew together not yet finished will it still sit there to many more chapters together, as they say or will it be covered in dusts somewhere no one knows it exists
I'm terrible at this! But aren't we all? How does one successful say goodbye to one of the biggest portions of their life?
Do we treat it as a ****** in our life story? Or is it simply just a new chapter featuring a dingy blank page? If so, how does one keep clicking away on the keys of their typewriter in hopes that it won't jam. To build the strength and aspirations that one will not have to face the frustration and sorrow of restarting a page that was difficult to begin with.
Could this writing journey be boldly stated as an example underneath the definition for the grieving process. Clearly stating and defining one's inability to keep moving forward, and one's refusal and disbelief to accept that a chapter in one's life is ending. But truly, how does one simply try to move on from love, happiness, and laughter?
How does one extinguish the fire that is burning a ******* hole in their story? What does one do to fill the void of a missing soul? I guess I will just have to let you know as I navigate this uncharted storyline, but I am dreading the day I have to wave my final farewell.
One of the hardest days will be when I have to mournfully watch our pages softly close. Closely followed by the weeks, months, and years that it takes for the once crisp white pages to turn crinkled and yellowed. Just remember that I'll always love you lots and lots and lots, and that I'll always carry my beautifully bound book with all the lessons and stories that you told!
I had to say goodbye to save my mind I had to leave you in the past where you belong You will never grow up And I've grown too old to lie Too over it to pretend If I had lied My emotions would have persecuted me And my body language would have given me away I don't wish it different Because I don't like wishing in vain The race has begun But I'm not running The fight is on But I'm not fighting
We were never a love story... We were more a story of love But- You were a title and I merely a chapter We grew no choice but to digress To go back to being best friends, two peas in a pod who stared at each other a second too long.
you are the sweet part ... that played into my life ... and made it a great ... and a lovely story ... even you took it's chapter all ... while no one can do ...
you are ... my lovely story ... that i live ... and enjoy ... every day ... as the sun's story ... to this earth ... every morning ... gives a happiness ... and it's warms .. to it and to every one ... and to every thing ... that live on this earth ...
yes sweetheart ... you are the great chapter ... that i love and write ... every day ...
Sometimes life pulls us away From the ones who help us get through the tough days The thought of being without them pains me to say A part of me wants to give up my dreams to go away to school to stay.
I am worried that I won’t make friends I’ll be lonely in this new place, On my own and not knowing my way The thought of leaving behind my loved ones Terrifies me more than I’d like to say A part of me wants to give up my dreams to go away to school to stay.
I am worried that making the move Might end up being a horrible mistake I’m not sure if I’m mentally ready For what life may throw my way The wonders of the unknown concerns me I want my life to be on track without delays.
A part of me wants to give up my dreams to go away to school to stay.