I thought of pale moonlight and dying stars, water lilies and flowers on mars.
Beautiful wastelands and breathtaking waves. But nothing could completely describe the rays you emit.
I've seen a thousand sunsets and a thousand deaths, a thousand wonders and ghosts in unrest.
Emptied lakes and overfilled oceans. But nothing could make my day like your smiling eyes.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words and I'm looking to make murals in your likeness
Something that would reflect how truly beautiful your soul is to me

Maybe a watercolour based painting or would pastel-coloured chalk do?

Should I focus on the brightest hues and play down darker tones?
                                                          ­           But your darker side is the part of you I love most.

Let's play with the lighting;
                                               shadows and rays make one more aware

I'd love to create a backdrop, possibly a place you feel most vulnerable and bared
                             The limitless possibilities, the mediums and the inspiration you bring me

Perhaps barring your soul is a tad too blasé?
               Let's dig deeper and find something more suitable for your mural

                                                          ­                                                                 ­        How about an impression?
                                                     ­                                                                 ­                     How I feel about you?

Oh my, that is personal...
                                                     ­   yet entirely too brilliant to ignore!

I could just go on and make a mural that much clearly expresses how I feel about you
The way you talk, the way you walk;

                                                          ­      That particular smile and glint in your eyes
                                                            ­              when something intrigues you
                                                             ­                 and you're up to no good.


Ah, the marvelous mystery I have yet to uncover that is you!
                                                            ­         But the fun is no doubt in trying to capture your essence

Ah, here I go prattling on and on about mysteries and emotions,
I'll get to work and I'll set up my drafts and display them to you...
                                                          ­                The Mural will be breathtaking.

but of course, not as fascinating as you.

There is no greater love story
Than one that eneded before it began
With a love so real and unprepared

There is no greater tragedy
Than one that was planned by the trusted
With a deciet that was unimaginably deep-rooted

It goes unparalleled
How everything fits in it's designated place
And yet be so wrongly used in it's space

It goes unquestioned
How we deem our mundane lives to be
But we never recognize the need for change
In the place of our own spite

I dream of having you as mine
I dream of claiming your lips under light
I dream of having each touch of yours
I dream of searing the memory of you in my mind
I dream of having spent a day with only you
I dream of creating a life with you

But these dreams are mine
       And these dreams are fictional
       They will not come true

You will not be mine
        I will not have you
        And life as I know it
                Will always have the upperhand

I will be deprived of your touch
                                 Starved of your taste
                          Blinded by the sight of nothingness
             And I will shed tears like no other

                                     As they rip you from my soul
                               Just so they can feel the anguish
                                          The pain
   The darkness
                                                                           The loneliness
                     And the suffering

That only comes from living in a world

Devoid of you

              Devoid of your smile
                    Devoid of your laugh
                           Devoid of your warmth
                                  Devoid of your heartbeat

And as you die
                             I will die
As will I live
                         And only spend my days
                         All my remaining hours


                                   Loving you


                                                                       And only you


For the ****** only have that
       The ****** have nothing else
                                         But the love they once had
                    And the memories that they keep

But eventually
                           That will be forgotten
                                                 The emotions will run dry

And I would have spent an eternity
      

                            In absolute nothingness