We live these lives,
wishing peace,
we’d rather believe
our hearts
would be honored
in a quiet
less dramatic solitude.
We lived our lives
in a spell
a certain mystique
to test our will
we smiled, we laughed
we loved
such is a special bond.
We knew the danger
we denied
the consequence of
finding happiness
being a stronger pull
than some simple
acceptance.
We stand apart
feel the breeze
of distant memory
left to its own
nostalgic scrutiny,
could we forever
be the last to know.
Now this is an awkward reality
a sorrow spoken I cannot breathe.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 