I'm drowning in the weeping willows vermilion haze.
In a sea full of forest green memories
and the history of lines carved in the trees inner core.

I'm drinking the pure beauty of the white sky,
that's staring in my eyes and reflecting in my heart.
My feet are dancing in the valley below with the whispers of the wind
and around me the gentle touch of the light dandelions  surround my veins.

I'm smiling with the moon
and singing the night lullaby to the stars and they are blessed.
My soul escaped the everlasting pain that was captured in my rib cage
and now its herding freely with the butterflies and bees.

But still, the veridian blue of your eyes
are imprinted in every violet my fingers touch.
My body is a kaleidoscope of your memories
and its haunting my every being.

Your words are killing me but my heart still sings your poetry
and my thoughts your every smile you unconsciously shared with me.
And yet, I can't seem to find a way to forget you.

Because you left and took my happiness with you.
My heart still remembers the moment we reflected in the mirror,
of our future together.

And in that moment of picturesque dreams and orchestra of topaz,
I was content as can be, ans cosmos filled the room.
I keep repeating the same words and the same dreams,
but they're starting to get more and more vivid.

Maybe its happening because of you that's moving on
and I'm still dancing with the thoughts of you being mine.

So, in the morning I'll throw my pillows in the air
to release my ever changing memory of you,
so they can be free and I can let go,
and start to breath again...

Leave me be, alone in my shadows.
To fend off the happiness of others because you left me and took my soul with you. You said that you're not like you once were, but i can see that flaw slowly start to creep through. I'm not like the once you know and i'm not going to be. I like to run free in daisy fields and sing with my piano-like voice. Some might say that i live with my inner-child but I'm not going to move because i like my own company.
I can still recall the whispers we shared and now they haunt me. A part of me was scared of what will become of this bit my other half just wanted to let go. And now I've become the thing I was most afraid of being, the same like them. You took my innocence away and i was thankful,
but know i hate myself for that. And i hate you for allowing it...

Lets find a place where we could go, where we can hide away.
Inside the pages of old libraries and the spaces of worn out books.
Between the aromas of the lily fields and the wind in our breaths.
We can lie next to our apologies and broken promises,
and eat the air that's surrounding us.

But if you leave...
I'll go dance between the trees and sing with the birds.
I'll sleep with the horizon and wake-up with the sunrise.
I'll carve my dreams on the trees and watch them grow old.
I'll get lost in the forever picture of us,
but later set it on fire with my eyes.
I'll spread the ashes over the mountains and in the sea.
I'll do all of this just to forget you!

I miss the days when we were still stupid and in love.
When we were blind against the judgement of the world.
When we could kiss and constellations filled the room
and it felt like i could die.

When i was happy with not breathing
and content with living in your arms.
When our souls escaped and flowed away
with the eerie movement of the ethereal smoke surrounding us.

But in the process I lost you to the decaying world that swallowed us whole.
I have forgotten your face and your halo.
Your halo that's a ring of fire that lingered around you.
I have forgotten the gentle touch of your poetry hands
and how they felt in mine.

I can no longer remember your voice,
your angelic voice and how it could sing me to sleep.
I have forgotten your melancholy eyes and how it felt like home.
But my vague memory pf you will forever be rooted in my flower heart.

I know i will be happy again.
I will be on my mountains loosing myself
in the lushes green fields and my heart will be content.
Just promise me you wont forget that i once was yours.
And if you find yourself one day thinking of me,
may it just be good thoughts.
The times when we shared  a smile
and moments when i forgot to breath
because i was dancing in your eyes.
The way you touched my skin like its velvet
and how you always smelled like smoke,
and it will forever be my favorite smell...

Empty and fragile my hands trace the last few memories of you.
Even the words you played before you left my insecure soul,
the way the sun danced on your face when you laughed.
And oh, the radiance they carried...

Do you still laugh like that or are they empty echoes like my eyes?
Do you still write or are your words all dried-up like my roses?
Or are you flying with the devils wings and painting the doors red?
Whatever you do, just remember the talent that lies in between your poetry filled veins.
And please remember that I once loved you, and you did too...