What is this feeling? I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s strong. I believe in something that I know can never be. So naive of me to think that I could turn it all around.
You’re so far away and yet you feel like home. I hate your embrace because I know it will end. I hate the fact that you’re always gone before I arrive.
It could all be so easy. We fit like two pieces of a puzzle, only that the final one is missing. Everything’s so unfinished, broken and left hanging in the air without purpouse.
But you’re brave, you’re interested, you’re crazy enough to compete with me. You follow me down into the darkness and rise with me into the light. You’re everything I’ve ever looked for.
Hope dies last, yes, but last is always too late.