Quote by awakeningthe_writer

“Nothing stays I’ve come to understand that even my slightest breath escapes- flying between leaves nothing stays this will just end in piles of smoke with all my tears swimming on the floor they are so delicate like a flower I keep wondering if they can swim? will they survive? like wet paint that never gets to dry so your footprints wash away dragging our memories along don’t be sad I’ve heard we were one of the lucky ones that’s how it was supposed to happen I, alone, writing poetry and painting your face in my mind and you happy with someone else in some other place maybe it was just not our time maybe it never was maybe all you were supposed to do was to make me into a poet.”

Quote by awakeningthe_writer