After the story is written.

Part one.

Naked thoughts escape me and I told you. You are so damn beautiful. Please allow me to fall into your eyes and I will bleed for you; I will do anything to make you smile. Please allow me in and we can re-write a dying love story. Let’s find Big Sur, some strong tequila and lemon. Sing and dance till the rising sun can warm our faces, make us know. We are not alone. You and me. The crazy ones who need open spaces and the sea nearby. Please stay with me and we can re-write our stories. We could be the lucky ones who tasted love and they held on tightly.

Part two.

After the story is written. Who becomes the winner? Who becomes the loser? I remember the kisses, I remember the most beautiful girl in my world found me and we attempted love. Love never died easy. I believe love is forever and there is a part of the heart. That will remember. I have forgot the sadness of the goodbyes, and I remember the sweetest days. I wouldn’t trade away one memory.

Coyote

Coyote