The day I stop writing about you...
I'd know just as much as you, my heart is dead
With fleeting moments spent with you playing in my head
a requiem for what used to be
The day I stop loving you, I'd know, just as much as you, is the day I die
living what would seem to be the rest of my life as an empty shell of my former self
For loving you, ever since the very first I let myself be consumed by your love
had been a flame burning in me, keeping me living and full of life
The day I stop writing about you, would be the day I stop loving you
And loving you, loving you, is what keeps me; keeps me till I draw my last breath and my heart gives no more rhythm
a final beat, my procession💔
©hollas
H