I am writing you the story of you.
A story that I do not know, but that knows you well.
A time where the future meets the past.
Where hope lives outside our dreams.
The one thing that have desire but does not try to please.
This is the story I am writing, a tale that is not real.
A story that is all within, and dreams from rooms across the sea.
This will go down in history, as one would hope.
This is my writing that I am giving you.
A piece that will not make you happy.
It will make the heart do what it does best.
It will beat, but mine will simply stop.
That is the story I want to tell.
The train keeps coming, but nobody is moving.
I see the road, but I cannot pass it.
The end is near, but the thought of it hurts to be seen.
Love is river that I never like sailing.
This is all me, but nothing is worth caring.
I do not know how I am me.
This is a test, that I am willing to fail.
The act of trying is not worth the hurt of passing.
Tomorrow we will see if the bridge is full.
The rain is coming, but the storm has pass.
This is a tail of you and me.
The time to stop worrying is now.
The disease to heal what is wrong is now right.
The thrill to live has turn into the desire to die.
The love that was once real has turn to be fake.
The thought of being with you is no longer appetizing.
The way we were is not what it is.
The look of your eyes is the stare that leads to death.
The month we met was the day our souls lied.
The day the earth stops turning will be the day I never regret.
The day left I cried, and I cannot lie.
The things that I miss the most are the things I no longer desire.
That is why I am happy to be free.
That is also why I still dream of the days of you and me.
The thought of has shown me that it cannot be.
The end is here so it is time for me to be fly.
What is going on with me?
The person I am is no longer the person I see.
There is nothing about me that I can smile with glee.
I tried to change, but that did not last long.
Can I start again? Yes.
Will I, do it? I do not know.
As the mirror shows it is not my friend, but it is not my enemy.
We are just cool, which is a place I do not want to be.
I think we need to talk, but the conversation is not one that will end well.
We must figure out why I no longer like me, and why this union just cannot be.
Maybe not today, maybe tomorrow, but love is right around the corner.
The only question I have will I walk or run.