I want to hold you , and I want you to hold me. With our hands held, i feel the dread dying inside me. Your eyes are my witness, in them I see a soul. In my eyes you see nothing, but they are pained with forgiveness. I want to write. I want to write you a thousand memories. Of us. Of this. Of our story. Neverending story. From the first day I met you , the flowers were dead, the trees were falling, the sky was crashing with storm clouds over our heads. The breeze was hot with an inferno of lust, the time was still, we had no trust. It was just us. I want to go back , but yet I don't, for the fire was ignited , and hadn't yet burned through the crust. Now at the core is where we stand , the earth is shaking, the ground is crumbling and turning into sand. With our hands still held, we stay undaunted, fearless, life has ended all around us, yet we feel alive, and only we understand.