A reason for life, an inspiration that won't lead me to my undoing. It has always been the very core of my existence. It is written in my blood. The life giver to a melancholic soul. One that the stars have bestowed upon me. One that I will die for. It is the heartbeat of life. It has developed me from existence to experience. Even if the world stops turning and the Sun stops burning, right here with me until the end of time, it will stay. It is the sweetest yet the saddest song I have ever heard. It is what they call love which I have found in you.

It has been more than a year,
When all you hold dear,
Started to turn to fears
And brought you tears

Since that very moment, you turned sad,
You felt so bad,
You turned mad,
Never were you again, glad.

Your eyes, they were veil,
Your mind no longer set sail,
Your love was no longer a tale,
You always though you would fail

Until this very moment, that is how you feel,
You didn't heal.

He caused your pain,
You gave him disdain,
Your heart was slain,
Your emotions, feign

When you crossed paths once more,
Happiness sparked in your eyes,
It momentarily eased the pain of the lies,
It had given life to your lore

Even how hard you denied,
Or how hard you tried,
Even when you say that your heart was left out dry,
The fact that you still loved him and it was only you who knew, why.

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that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.