Writing from the Heart

If I were to write our story. Do you know what I'd write? I'd write you in the perfect light. Where the sun glazes over  Your brown marbles, Beneath your glasses, And where the wind kisses Away your tears. You always wanted me  To write our imperfect Love story and even if We didn't end up together We made one hell of a story. Mesmerized by your ability  To play the piano as if your Eyes were closed. As if you composed the music. Perfectly and undeniably amazing. If I were to write our story, I'd hold you in my arms. I'd kiss your cheeks, I'd whisper in your ear, I'd dig my face into the Crook of your neck. I'd make us get married. I'd make us grow a family. I'd make us better at communicating. I'd make us last forever. If I were to write our story, I'd close my eyes and find you. I'd write a story where we  Were made for one another. Instead of living in this life Where you didn't let me in, Where you didn't let me love you. ...

Christmas lights down Main Street, your brown Eyes beneath the sky Your smile so shy. Two years ago, Our heartbeat so slow Counting the seconds Between every caress. Churros, popcorn, New Orleans, Kisses that felt like fireworks. Holding me close to your body As the cold blew against our cheeks. Holding hands, whispering In each other's ears as we  Waited in line for the next Ride of our lives. This was the moment Where I believed we  Were going to last forever, Holding onto Disney Magic. Photos in front of  Walle & Eve, your smile So magical that it felt  Like a dream. A dream I never thought I'd wake up from. The way you looked into  My eyes couldn't be fake. Or could it?  How did I let my dream Consume my judgement? As you held me close During the Haunted Mansion. Stealing kisses when it was  Dark enough, my skin Trembling every time you touched me. My arms wrapped around  Your neck as you held me At my waist, feeling so tiny. Pulling ...