You came for every single second I had. The way I loved you from just under my breath. Was a constant reminder that what beat in my chest. Wasnt mine anymore Id guessed.
I found hope in the back of a closet. Written by a child and on pieces of parchment yellowed and old. Ive never seen that kind of belief. I set to read a story of kindness where even just one kiss could change how we read this and help us get lost in the pattern so ageless it conquers the cost.