lifetime sentence
living a lifetime sentenced,
like I’m a prisoner of love to this person,
whom I can not seem to let go,
like our destiny is yet to be together,
to become each others heaven and hell,
we seem to take our souls out of eachother and exchange them to one another,
a love or a passion,
a terror or a legend that we are both to live.
the journey that started only as we were 12 maybe younger,
at the age of 20 things become a lot more serious,
to get calls from a jail cell,
“babe I have sent the marriage packet,”
things went from been so surreal to becoming so beyond scared.
Knowing we both wants this,
as much as we want eachother,
I’m scared to live a life,
where I can seem myself in the most wonderful place,
with a hell of a past following us,
I cant be stalked for the rest of my days,
yet I cant imagine them without the person I love,
what to do what to do,
my days are counted to make a decision,
to marry someone or to lose them forever.
