Letras:American Diary. Life's Just Another Story.

When my pulse stops, what will the obituary say, another footnote, another root beneath the tree (and as the days turn to months and the months turn to years, will these hours and minutes add up to something worth documenting, will the textbooks carry my name?)
Or will this quill just break, before we sign, our names on the parchment in time, your word is mine.
Tell me Im the love, tell me Im the laughter, tell me Im the look, the look youre always after. I mightve wrote a will, instead I wrote a sonnet, for you to sing along, well be timeless.
Breathe; tell the summer I wont sleep. Until my veins run dry, my story will survive, Oh were the story get it right! We write the hooks that make you beg for more, and if these moments hold the truth, our words are timeless thanks to you.
Place your bets on the best, Place your bets if youre ready