Someday our stories will be told and all they will say is how amazing it was.
She’s a mystery. A book unfolded. A picture passed by. A song unheard. A story unwritten.
I thought I understood it, not really, only the idea of it, of you and me.
Like music dancing in my ears, creeping into my brain you make me feel emotions I can’t describe.
I don’t know where I’m going but and chances are it’s not going to be an easy ride, at least I know there’s more out there than where I am.
Thousands of stories and millions of words just waiting to be discovered.
And you kept my heart like postcards.
I don’t know where this road will lead us but I hope it’s somewhere beautiful.
And my heart is not human. With its beat like a wrong piano piece.