There are planes up there
They are soaring against electric blue

They are made of such wonder

Yet all I can think is how lovely life is
Down here on the ground, with you.

Where once you clung to me like ivy,



And your roots dissolved into mine.



And where the sun obliterated



Each shadow, cast inside our souls.



Where once the coals burned,



And the heat emitted, seared our hearts



To sustain the fires; burning within.



And where once the butterflies,



Entered, beating their tiny wings so fast.



And always the scents of you



Enveloped me and made me drowsy,



Drugged with the ecstasy found,



Where once the ocean met the sand



And caressed it with tenderness



Lapping the shores with wanting.



And so each of us were blinded,



By a crystal moon, that consumed.

I learned pretty quick, that unless you're compleltly falling a part. You're good! Just gather up the remains, add some duct tape. Don't complain.

I have strange dreams about a mysterious and dark knight that comes to rescue me.
Sometimes he is speechless,
sometimes he is funny,
sometimes he's lovely,
sometimes he's mean...
but he's always powerfully dangerous, not another thing.
He rises from the darkness and guides me through a foggy forest.
I feel I'm in love but I've never seen him before.
I think about past lifes and a forbidden romance
that always ends up in a tragic separation.
Sometimes the dreams turn into nightmares
and during the day it's the only thing I can think of.
It consumes me.
Creepy creatures always hunt him and she stays all alone
till she sleeps again.

Running through the forest,
she hides in the shadow of the trees. They laugh.
When he catches her she giggles,
they gaze into each other eyes.
Suddenly a black shade covers it all.
Deadly pain inside her heart.
She can't see him, he's gone.
She wakes up and realizes
dreams forever will be lasting.

"Where is your ring?" I asked upon seeing his finger. It's not there.

"I pawned it," he said. "You know the reason."

I can't say a thing. I just looked at my finger where the ring with the same design is there.

"Actually, I need to borrow yours," he said.

I feel the tightness inside my chest. It's so hard to breathe.

I looked at his eyes while wanting to ask why, but no word came out of my mouth. I can do nothing. The ring came from his family. Now he wants me to look at it as something he still owns.

While trying to control my tears, I took the ring from my finger and gave it to him.

"Thank you," he said while smiling.

I turned my back so he won't see my tears falling...