How must we breathe in this chamber that has no room to breathe? If you stop breathing my love my lungs are yours to have. Who can survive in this story that has pages torn out? What chapter holds your name. I'm sorry for questioning the things that be, but who shall call upon me when I have given my love away? Love can be regained and lost as well. So who shall stand upon that stone and cast out my name? No stone can be thrown that far. That is why you exist. You exist cause I have no hope. Your there because I don't believe that its possible to be real. Why do we wonder upon things that we have no hope for? Abused by the hand that lays in the world that no one sees. Why can't it not be seen by those who do not feel the blows that are thrown into the skull that shall break the bones? Is it me who has written this note that no one turns to see? Do you see what love means to me? It means much more than what slides off the tongue. Is it ever lasting is the question that exist in our mind. Some say, "what can be Loved that is Young in this world that be?" Young Love, you are the one that I question.
Goldie
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