gyan215

(we are the events that were erased from history-) like long lost memories that refuse to resurface from the overwhelming depths of our past, and we wonder if it ever did happen, (you, i, us) or are we just plain crazy? you and i, we are nothing and we are everything. (we are bound by an eternity of silence-) we are the songs that no one dared to sing no music, no melody they took away our words, and no one wrote about us, no one cared (honey, don't frown for you know;) no word is pretty enough for you, for us. (my love, we are bound by fate to never be together-) you and i, we are the rift in time and space- we ought not to

and it feels like we've been here before... you, me and our hearts wearily following our trails leading up to this everstretching, neverending journey "i should stop, this is not right, stay away from me"- and so my heart is bound by you, your heart- traces the thumps of mine, matches the beats to mine then why? is it so hard to just let it be? "you don't wear my chains" your story or mine? i guess if both of us keep pulling the tangled, the jaded, the frayed, the thin rope of silver lining, (its what we have left to share, i want my length, and so do you) -the whatever remains of a love that once was and i'm not even sure if

                                            There was you, and there was me. We were in a field, We were in a field of gold-       and it was all we could see for miles and miles and not a single soul in sight apart from our own. The city has too many faces, too many noises-                    &