Broken hearted once again
How does it feel to let go
Tell me why
It hurts so
When it is so much more

Love in this (after)life
Everlasting love
Despite all the sorrow
Despite the cruelty
Everlasting love

Extraordinary days passed us by
Time flew by
Knocking at our door
An unwelcome visitor
Took away all that is love

Broken hearted at the end of the day
But know no pain
Everlasting love was the only way
To an extraordinary day

A hand covering up the light
The glamour fading into the distance
A shattered mirror
Reflecting lost beauty
A youth forgotten by the sands of time
Blood tainted
Blood shed for mere nothing
A darkened sky
Stars exploding
The glimmer in the sky
Destroyed
Fire consuming
Oxygen dissipating
Breathless
Taking flight into an abyss
Where fiends roam
And light is dark
Traveling in a motionless state
Reaching a destination
In a bed of flowers
Singing in my sleep
The words are fragile
Yet as sharp as a pure diamond

In somber autumn dreams
we watch as clocks melt,
time the illusion once felt
on a creaking porch swing
one summer somewhere

when fireflies held in our hands
transcended brilliance of stars
because we sat there together
hiding smiles in the dark,
believing there was forever

She called him her cherry
because of his bright cheeks-
               and he called her his daylily
                              (she wasn't sure why,
               but she liked it)

               He was patient and protective
               and liked the way her socks never matched
                              and the way she ate muffins (upside-down)

                              She was impatient and prideful
                              but she liked the way he read (eyebrows furrowed furiously)
               and his squinting, laughing eyes.

They were always having small fights
and once she heard her pride say-
"I'll never talk to you again."
               she never thought his eyes could look so sad
               when he slowly nodded at her
she wanted to scream.

Her life continued as years passed
and she met a boy she grew to love
               but who never quite understood
               why she ate muffins the way she did.

One day, as she was packing
               preparing to move across the country
she found a dried, wilted daylily
               and she cried herself to sleep that night, hating herself
                              wondering if he ever felt the same of cherries.