𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 ~ 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

d e c l i n e

i hate the space that keeps me from you,

between us, there is a wall,

i might never break through

 i see you and my heart races,

you stand out,

out of all the faces

where you are the sun is shining,

without you my world is declining