Im here thinking about you while you are thinking about her, and she is thinking about him. Me and you are in the same boat, both with bullet wounds in our hearts from the one's we've loved who don't want to love us back.
The light that sustains me, the spark that ignites me, the calm of the rain, the cleanse of the snow, the beat that's pushing my blood, the air that's filling my lungs, the harmony on my best days, the melody on my worst days, **you are my liberator.
The black of mascara creates a stark contrast among a beautiful, perfect face, while her heart is devoid yet consumed within. She sits in a dark lone corner gently sobbing with feeble fingers folding over ashen lips, where no light can reach her no touch can near her and wan lips whispering silently into the echoing of empty long halls,
*"I only wished to have someone love me.. as much as I loved him..."