So I know this is only one stanza long and it might seem like it needs more to explain in full who im talking to and what im trying to say but everything I wrote just seemed to ruin what I already had – this one stanza that perfectly captures the thoughts that keep running through my mind.
On the day your fate is drawn
And from this world you are thus torn
When your souls at last set free
Will you come and fly with me?
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har