I wish to no longer write of love lost between us
even if it means not thinking about you or outlining the image of this dream
No longer dragging my melancholy pen across a sea of paper.
I hoped we would have figured it out by now,
That the combination of two hearts longing for magic would trace a path way through the skies
Like star fated meant to be’s,
But you are thick
And I am stubborn ,
Like two asses that can’t figure out how to hitch themselves to awagon
Or follow the well lit road,
the road has literally become barrier between us
These train and planes can’t seem to bring you to me anyway ,
I’m left reaching in the dark with the fear that you’re not there,
you have been listening in a crowded city for my call, afraid that the silence means I don’t care.
We can’t begin when we have been throwing everything between us.
How do we move forward when we both to scared to move.