With the moon at times, my only friend.
I long to remember the beginning of the end.

The memories that take refuge inside a hollow, dismantled heart, aching with agony and can no longer pretend.

They have felt the passion that burns within. And in an instant it was put out like in.

The memories know not what to do with the past. For all they wanted was a love that would last.

so what becomes of a man with a broken man?

He goes to war....

I wish to only compromise a love, for the one I dreamt of has ceased to love....me

Eyes that could not be juxtaposed with earths deep yet mesmerizing waters.
skin that could not be compared to a silkworms softest of produce. Hair that blends within the nights dark wonder and mystery.
A smile that not even the gloomiest could resist.
for she is life,
she is reason,
she is love,
she is,
Maru

I came to understand the meaning of regret not when I let her go, but when I said, "hello".

She appears in mosaics pieced together by my longing heart. Imagination filled with dreams of a less lonely tomorrow.
For today, you are not here.
And sadly neither tomorrow.

Why is it of human nature to desire the ones we may not acquire?

Never let the list of things you wish had happen, out weigh the list of things that did.

Apprise me of your past, so I can understand your present and predict your future.
For I shall love you regardless.