Creative Writing: A Streetcar Named Desire

I wanted to be the one to show you the world take you to Eiffel tower in Paris kiss you under moonlit Rome like the things that happened in the coliseum I'd rip you apart in the most poetic way I wanted to go snorkeling in Aruba see the coral beneath our feet everywhere I wanted to be, I wanted to be there with you I wanted it to be so no matter what, every time you saw an airplane, you'd think of me. or anytime you'd see the moon reflect in someone else's eyes. whenever you find yourself driving through a neighbourhood of mansions to just to plan your dream life, I hope you think of me. I remember waking up next to you the way the sunlight hit your face and the floating dust speckled around you I just wanted to drown in presence you were like a beautiful still in a moving world. time seemed to slow down

if you've ever been in a car accident or near death experience you know what I mean. it's a beautiful bliss where time stops and you're shown your life. all the bad choices that lead you to this moment. in a weird way you're kinda the reason, I don't regret anything in life.I remember when we were upstairs you told me you wanted to die you were beautiful in the saddest way to let someone see who you really are. to be real for once in your life and just let everything out. putting the mask down and looking at me with your heart through watery eyes.we could talk for hours about how some many terrible things happen to such good people. but one I thing I learned from you is even sunflowers don't last forever, they show up for a little bit as the season's change, to remind, "hey, the world's beautiful sometimes." and then they go. When we promised forever, I didn't think it'd come so soon. I prided myself on being able to make you smile whenever things would get bad. of course, I was the reason you