We'll sit on the doorstep
at half past 3 am
And talk about forever
over bittersweet coffee.
That is what I always thought
We would be.

But I find myself, more often than not
Slipping into silence and needless tears
I'm that silly princess who let her tears
Slowly turn her heart into stone
And I find myself racing past memories
To stop being captured by time.

One day when my heart stops chanting
That familiar rhythm
Instead slipping into the dull echo of existence.
It will take all your heart
To thaw what's frozen inside.
Will you kiss me mid-sentence
Or will you never know?

One day my silence
Will call for a long hug
without any need for
explanations
Will you write me poems with your lips
Or will you let go?