This Means War11:54 PM
Moments.Unable to be recounted.
And yet I do.
Like a golden film of yesteryear it plays before me.
The time when your eyes were so close
That our souls kissed
And in that instant
I became a sunrise.
Nothing that means anything.
And yet it is all.
When such things transpire who can fight the fates?
It is useless,
But still I strive.
But I will not be beaten.
There is more than just eternal happiness.