Soft what a light through yonder window breaks
Patiently waiting for my soul to take part in a story.
A tale old as time. The one when I was yours and you were mine.
Aching for your love.
Confined by the night with so many reasons I can't let go.
In distopia.
Ordained by design and forced into meaning to help me grow.
Inside. Infinite stream of the mind deep seated in visible memories.
Emotions are high.
Feel like I'm loosing my mind.
Too gone to be rectified.
Longing for love to exist.
Caught up in sweet reminisce.
