Somewhere at 2AM

Kept in solitude, her sanity is in solidarity. Left alone in the dark, the calm surrounded into the night has submitted its pacing to steady stillness. The love we have created was coated in its own fear to a point that if losing you was an option; she would remain astray. In its captivity, eyes swindle through times holding its captions underrated for the sake of misgiven fortunes. Rather lay in your arms keeping a secluded hold, her heart was shown to be no longer cold. Unfolding the pieces to which no one found the time to understand. Each clipping shouted a faint memory to the man’s fading. His presence held misery rather than mystery. But the love that was created grew beyond boundaries for where it can never be swarmed by limitations of another’s imitation.