Yesterday we asked each other a faint question: Is it all about to come true? I wish I could answer that and more, but only time can do so. Let's listen closely to our hearts wishes, and get lost in an imaginary world. Yesterday, we sang in silence, letting the wind howl out in the night. We whispered thoughts and misses; too bad we can't make all the wishes come to a reality. Memories are to be made, not relived. We gave it our best, but there's more to come. Deny the worlds horrors; hold my voice close, dance with a smile, because this great life is all about you.
Your sincere poet.