The End

The End

In this walk, we'll see if we can be farther together

Isn't feelings just math of relationships?

You'll see that I can't sing anymore

Imagining angels of silver and ice

and cutting paper flowers on the ceiling

glancing secrets in hallways


Our names,

Charcoal faded in the open rain

Dusted the seasoned suitcases

Why do we only touch underwater?

Filling water into an empty bottle,

but we're still thirsty


Hold out this hands

and catch the falling rain

I'll remember your joy,

love and pain

For you'll never know

how, where and when

this will end

Author's Note

This is one of my poems that I usually revert into songs...I don't really care for techniques in writing poems, it's usually a medium to craft out interesting vocabs that reflects my heart...enjoy!!