An Open Letter

It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are.And our voices,Our touch,Our lips are searching for answersTo questions not asked.It is not a belief in dreams.It is not a refusal to accept.It is a refusal to let go.And words written over time only serve to paint these daysA clearer shade of black.Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.See, our lives fade apart to convergeOnly in my darker hours,Only in my saddest hours...Take these words pulled from me tied to you.Destroyed,Destroyed,Destroyed,Destroyed.Yours Always.