xfallinghearts

Caught up in the early winds of September, You held me closer, I pushed you farther. And I swear it nearly it rained everyday and every night. With clouds so thick and black, Blind folding my rationality, And I kept realizing what we lacked. We grew colder, the sun sank deeper, And the only response I’d receive was the unsettling rustle of old leaves. I could have counted every moment we spoiled, wasted, or took for granted, Because I was at my worse, While you say you were at your best. With love built up like the ancient tower of Babylon, Incomplete, empty and ready to fall. I thought we would fall. A sheet of white cov