Inhaling the ash from dreams long forgotten.

Suffocating off the memories.

Brisk sunny days.

Filled with color,

life,

warmth,

and you,

apearing so unreconisable

A withering rose in my frigid world.

How cold and lingering your presence became.

But...

I still embrace you.

Hoping to bring color back into your skin.

Hoping that with just with one embrace, me and you will soar into the billowing clouds of a broken sky.

Long ago I've fallen for you.

Now it seems I'm literally falling for you.

Falling because of you.

Falling for a ghost.

Falling endlessly into a lonely pit of despair.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling because I lack the wings to fly up and obtain you.

My pretty spanish flower.

Dont wither away.