flakes

your very existence is beautiful
the echo of your name
is like dropping color on a pale portrait

i cant even start to imagine a past without you

"take my hand," i wish repeatedly
like a broken record
we would make a more poignant future
you and i
we would make a path made of pebbles
you and i

i cant even start to imagine a past without you

this is really hurting me
being a ghost in my own haunting
i feel fit
to trade soul with the soulless
for there is no need for a soul
without the taste of you

until i become certain
i cant even start to imagine a past without you