He wove words out of his mouth so beautiful, that even the most well-written story seemed dull compared to his words.
His eyes the shone so bright a blue, that after looking at him once I knew that the sky would always look colorless to me.
He had spoken with a voice, a voice more beautiful that desire. There had never been a sound more lovelier than his voice.
He had touched me with a touch so full of want, that as soon as he let me go, I knew that he had left his mark on my heart.
He had created for, me a world, drawn with the strokes of his love, and filled with unsaid words and unspoken promises, a world so delicate and fragile that a single breath could have knocked it down.

He had painted for me dreams so vivid that I wanted to be trapped in his world and never wake up again.

Then, he had pushed me so far that our past had become a reminder of I had desperately searched for but could not find. So, our love had retreated to a distance where memories became painful and silent.

The shadows under your eyes spoke of moonlit sleepless lights,
The scars on your wrists spoke of lost battles and fights,
The pills in your shelves spoke of desperate relief,
The blades under your bed spoke of endless gries,
You broken-hearted smile spoke of silent pain,
And the tale of a broken soul, never to be mended again.

A fallen angel,
A master of disguise,
A pretty mouth to spread beautiful lies.
A fallen angel,
An act well played out,
Because angels have beauty we know nothing about.

A story of a king, a queen, and a kingdom of dust,*
A story of dreams, desires and lust,
A castle surrounded by ivory towers,
An enchanted kingdom of ancient powers,
That's were we fell in love a life time ago,
In a place where at midnight the sky seemed to glow,
In a battle of anger, loss, and pain,
You bid me farewell, didn’t bother to explain,
So our story remained preserved between tattered old pages,
And my love confined in distant old cages.

I’ll sleep away all the grief,
Hoping one day I’ll find relief.
I’ll wait till the sky turns golden,
Hoping someone will come help me with this burden.
So wake me up when it’s over,
Till then I’ll lay down in a bed of clover.
At night when the lights will go down,
There will come a moment when I’m lost but found.
There will come one day,
When there will be no regret, no more nightmares and waking up covered in sweat.
There will come one day,
When I’ll finally fall asleep, somewhere far away in a slumber dark and deep.

Perhaps you would be happy in those endless dreams,
To drug your way out of this pain,
To drift silently into and enchanted sleep from which you would never have to wake up again,
But I ask you this. I ask you this out of pure selfishness,
Come back to me. Come back for me,
And when you do you, you will find me waiting here
And I shall love you the same.
I will love you with every broken heartbeat.
Always.

Your voice was like a
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that lured me to the depths of your
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