Drift

were drifting away

Like a paper bag in the dusty winds

of this place we call our heart but what i call a blackhole

In a dead mans soul

In which we may not be able to recover.....

But we'll try our best to never give up

on our love that weve had

for so long.

And had forgotten it was there

even if it has to take our lives for us to see it.

we should reconnect in the after life.

And realize we were meant to be

even if its too late