I remember that I lay in your arms as we watched the meteoric sky,
I saw a shooting star
I closed my eyes and made a wish,
I wished that you would stay,
But you didn’t,
So I drank to forget your name.
I remember that night I lay alone in my yard and watched the dazzling sky,
I saw a shooting star,
I shut my eyes and made a wish,
I wished that you would come back,
But you didn’t
So this time I drank to forget my name.

What was it about your voice that had made me fall for you?
Maybe, it was the way you spoke, your bittersweet voice so soft almost unable to be heard.
Or maybe, it was your words, so mournful and full of regret that I knew at once that they must have been uttered from a broken heart.
Maybe, it was the sound of you voice, how your tone had always spoken of heartbreak and misery.
Or maybe, it was how when you spoke all I could do was to listen in spellbounding silence.
What was it about your voice that had made me fall for you?

Perhaps you would be happy in those endless dreams,
To drug your way out of this pain,
To drift silently into and enchanted sleep from which you would never have to wake up again,
But I ask you this. I ask you this out of pure selfishness,
Come back to me. Come back for me,
And when you do you, you will find me waiting here
And I shall love you the same.
I will love you with every broken heartbeat.
Always.

Your voice was like a
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that lured me to the depths of your
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There was emptiness inside me that even the biggest of the vessels couldn’t fill,
And a silence that couldn’t be broken no matter how loud I screamed.
*I was imprisoned by the walls of pain I had somehow built myself.

You told me you were sick, suffering from a dreadful heartache,
I couldn’t see the face under your mask, so terrible, so fake,
I believed your beautiful lies, and trusted your bright, hypnotic eyes,
*But, you left me trapped in a well woven tale.

I’ll sleep away all the grief,
Hoping one day I’ll find relief.
I’ll wait till the sky turns golden,
Hoping someone will come help me with this burden.
So wake me up when it’s over,
Till then I’ll lay down in a bed of clover.
At night when the lights will go down,
There will come a moment when I’m lost but found.
There will come one day,
When there will be no regret, no more nightmares and waking up covered in sweat.
There will come one day,
When I’ll finally fall asleep, somewhere far away in a slumber dark and deep.