Our song.

The waves, they sing to us. Songs of love, of life, of despair, of solitude, of longing, of togetherness, of every little emotion ever expressed. Let’s sing to them today. My song. Your song. Our song. Of hope. And one day, the world will hear them singing it. It’ll be heartbreaking. They’ll cry, with every crashing wave. They’ll cry for us. They’ll cry for hope. And it’ll come to them. Then, we’ll all sing our songs of hope. The waves, they’ll listen and they’ll be heard for years to come. So, let us sing to the waves today. Come, let us create a melody. A melody full of hope. For, nothing is more beautiful.

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Fiery cold.

Soul as dark as the ashes
Of those letters.
The photographs,
Shredded to bits,
Like the heart
Broken into
A thousand little pieces.
Drowning in spirits,
Trying to tear down
The countless forts
Built together.
Passing out cold,
Hoping to wake up
With no memories of yesterday,
Or life.
A love so dark,
They couldn’t let it be.
A soul so tired,
Why couldn’t they let it be?
The tears,
They continued to flow,
Hoping to thaw
The iciness within.
An iciness that blazed,
Like a fire that licked
Everything it touched.
It won’t stop,
Until everthing is
Burnt down.
It won’t stop,
Until everything is
Frozen.

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