Her soul matches the beauty of her,
As she laughs and giggles your insides begin to stir.
When she cries her beauty does not fade,
but your arms want to embrace her and make her let go of her pain.
The profundity of her eyes search your soul for anything and everything as beautiful as she.
You could get lost in her lips, oh so soft, oh so gentle when they brush against yours.
The sweet scent of her making you want to fall to your knees.
And although she does not see,
She is a beautiful girl,
Believe me...

The sun is beating down,
Making everything shimmer in its warm glow,
Especially her eyes...
The Roman Coliseum standing tall,
As she takes a picture.
Gelato running down her chin like an excited kid.
As night falls, the city ignites like one big match, brightening spirits of even the most miserable of people.
Her being among them.
She never wants to leave,
She never wants to go,
She never wants to forget her Summer in Rome.

You carve a name into your wrist with an inky sword.
You hope it would seep into your bloodstream, poisoning your purity.
It would make your once beating heart slow, slow to stillness.
The falling tears would disappear on contact.
The previously crimson scars would darken to magenta in an instant.
Your final breath released as a bang deafens the silent room.
The blood pours as the gun falls until there is nothing left.
Then a bright white light clouds their vision insuring they are vanishing from this life.
They are dead...

Suicide.

You lose yourself in the search for love.
Every time you take a step closer to to finding it,
It takes a step back, running away from you.
No one ever finds what they’re looking for but they find everything they ever wanted in the most unsuspecting person.
There’s no perfect person for anyone,
There’s no perfect person only those who love unconditionally and accept everything as it comes.

Stop searching for love as you will never find it.
It’ll come to you when you’re ready.
But are we ever ready for love or do we find our growth, our strength in our lover.
Our being,
Our other half,
Our everything or...
Do we fade into their shadow and run from love like it once did from us?