Even angels would fall for you

Take me to a place
Even the roads cannot follow

Burn, and let the sparks engulf you
Scorching your skin
In order to strengthen your mind

His lashes fluttered open and greeted him with the sight of her laying firmly against him. Golden rays of light peeking through the curtains, illuminating her soft features. He couldn’t possibly resist taking a closer look. So he peered down at her, auburn eyes swimming with an indescribable feeling, one too powerful to simply be described as love. No, it was a feeling that welled up inside him, threatening to burst as he attempted to keep it inclosed behind a smile. It was warm, sometimes fiery and he couldn’t stop himself from coming closer and closer even if he would burn. This feeling was far too powerful to be described with a mere four letter word. He could say he loves her, but no matter how many times he repeated it it could never possibly encompass this sentiment of his. And so, he decided to let it remain unspoken, for, silence speaks louder than words after all.

She hung there. Suspense thick in the air as she clung by her fingertips. Figures hazily rushing towards her, their cries muffled by the roar of the irate sea beneath her. Lashes fluttered, eyes teary as the wind whipped about her loosening her grip further. Her fingers went slack. Stinging and discolored after hanging onto the serrated edge of the cliff for far too long. As she fell, hair lashing about her, limbs limp, she gave in. For even she knew, the ocean could not be sated. It would take what it wants and leave behind nothing but bitter memories of what once was. Acknowledging this brought acceptance. After all, who was she to refuse the turbulent tides wishes? The waves reached up towards her, similar to cold harsh hands grasping her body and pulling her further and further in. Even the diminishing sunlight was not allowed where she was headed. It brought an odd sort of comfort, knowing that at least she could catch a glimpse of Poseidon’s palace before she went. What a fool she was to think something so breathtaking could never be so chilling and ferocious.

How can you expect me to think
Much less speak
After even a glance
From your tiredly beautiful eyes?

Why is it
That I hate
The feeling
Of this
Heart
Beating
?