I threw the canvas, because it didn't speak out loud

How your face took me to another cloud

I threw the diaries, the papers and pens

I couldn't write this story's end

Your feet tap on the music from the shore 

The sea, the shells, oysters, pearls and more

I was obsessed and restless in the middle of a sentence 

I couldn't write this story's end

I stared as the light emerged from your very sight

That moment I left the strings holding my rights

Your close urged my heart, words it sent

Yet I couldn't write this story's end

You speak words but all I hear is your naive soul and faith unadhered 

I sit there and give up on my confused sense

Maybe i never wanted this story to end…