Someday I will write our love story. The one that never happened.
I will write about the letters we never wrote to each other, and the cards we never sent. About the songs you never sang for me, and the dress I never wore for you. I will write about all the times we didn't dance under the moonlight, and the times we didn't hold hands at the movies.
I will translate all your silences into the words you never whispered, and put a tune to the sonnets I never wrote.
I will write about the day we didn't kiss in the rain, and the night we didn't spend, just talking.
Someday I will construct you and me- with ink and syllables, and flights of fancy, on vast sheets of blank paper. And I will stitch our stories together, with my needle and thread, and my craft.
Someday I will finally write our love story. The one in which we don't hate each other.
I will write about the letters we never wrote to each other, and the cards we never sent. About the songs you never sang for me, and the dress I never wore for you. I will write about all the times we didn't dance under the moonlight, and the times we didn't hold hands at the movies.
I will translate all your silences into the words you never whispered, and put a tune to the sonnets I never wrote.
I will write about the day we didn't kiss in the rain, and the night we didn't spend, just talking.
Someday I will construct you and me- with ink and syllables, and flights of fancy, on vast sheets of blank paper. And I will stitch our stories together, with my needle and thread, and my craft.
Someday I will finally write our love story. The one in which we don't hate each other.
Ooh, love's labour lost much? :P
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ReplyDeleteyou're lyrical :)
ReplyDeleteLovely :)
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