the fight

the fight within the body was unmistakable ... the fight between his emotions spread like a fire in his mind devouring every other thought. torn between what he wanted and between what she wanted. and the fight was consuming every day. all the memories that remained were in a distant past , the laughter , the smiles , the emotions and now what it meant were doubts and a ego. he felt it , the ability to make someone special was beyond words .. he didnt want to let go but there was no choice in face of the arguments. he searched for reasons , he searched for his mistakes ... but now it made no difference to her. he was in a shell , not willing to take another step to escape the pain.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what it seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.