Darling, you know,
Neither Ecstasy nor a bottle of hemlock,
Or the ricochet of the bullet which pierced through my heart could force me to live again.
But the epiphany that this little fellow here,
lives every beat for you,
As a sapling grows into a tree.
I could be reckless sometimes, stupid, Yes.
Even unstable, vulnerable and restless.
But your smile does the magic every single time.
Darling you know, I fool myself every day about your existence.
Read your lies just to relive those moments, again.
Darling, you know... your frozen smile created a rhythm of life.
And forced me to live, love again.
Quill~
