Do you ever wish you could stop timejust freeze everythingeverything but yourself?
What would you do in those moments?
"This life is a fire that burns into the night, with widows and captians alive for the fight. You say I am longing for some distant past, when really I long for the touch of your hand"
A thought: Snow falling down, stays in your hair, the footsteps fall soft but a shadow remains, a shape of the foot that once heavily crushed the delicate ground, now imprinted for anyone to see. The first steps on fresh snow, we marked the path for all to follow, poetry as words and beauty as an art form, I still see you smiling face.
think carefully, this next step is hard
the next word is difficult and might lead to our folly
We started something, should we continue?
I know you dont think things through to often
thats why your friends help you out
I am your friend, that is what i want
No, we shall not continue
I gave you the answer the first time
I will not dissapear
My words are clever and precise, they cut like a knife, i leave you wanting more, not sure if you can take it, how can i ever thank you, for going off the deepend... with me
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