To my dearest   It is almost like we've died   entwined in that way we are.   our voices,   our touch,   our lips are searching    for answers   to 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 days   a 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 converge   only in my darker hours,   only in my saddest hours...   Take these words    pulled from me    tied to you.   Destroyed,   Destroyed,   Destroyed,   Destroyed.   Yours Always.   Always