I yearn for a sombre eternity.
I yearn to be the diamond of your universe.

But i have been forgotten,
like shooting stars of the 1800s

I believe we had something,
a glowing spark that hung from fragile dynamite wires, threatening to detonate into a full blown love affair.

Day by day, your interest faltered, sending me into depths of sadness.
And i’d cry, every night, for i now knew, that our love was a dying flame, the kind that you see at the end of almost finished candle wicks.

And so my eyes bled, they bled sorrow and pain, and they made the spark on the dynamite wire die out. And there was smoke, and for a while, i was lost.

And the dynamite never blew up, and the love that could have been, never was. And here i stand, broken and bruised, just hoping you would find me again, and reignite the spark.

Because in all truth,
I really, really, really wonder what it would be like to be with you.