I love you.

I'm knocking at your door.

But the silence emulates through these empty spaces.

I keep knocking.

But you never answer.

I love you.

I loved the way you hair hung over your shoulders.

I touched your rosy cheeks.

Your eyes would come alive and speak to me.

Your soft and tender voice taunted me.

I love you.

I'm knocking at your door.

The silence consumes me.

I'll knock until i'm tired.

I miss you.

I remember how you use to cry.

I could only hold you.

Those scars inside your heart.

They consumed you.

Your body use to speak a lifeless language.

I tried to take away the pain.

I love you.

I'm knocking at your door.

I can't stop myself.

I'm waiting for your voice.

I want to hear it one last time.

I remember that fateful day.

That I lost you.

You slipped through my fingers.

And I'll keep knocking.

Until I find you.