She wore pearls in her ears.
Wings in her eyes.
Black all over.
Sort of a Victorian Lady.

She stunned the room she walked into.
Her confidence radiated and bounced off the walls.
All eyes were on her.
Well, at least mine surely are.

Time to let go.
The wall's up on her side...
I'm trying to building mine.
Brick by ******* brick...slowly but sadly, surely.

Such a Goddess.
Such a magnificent creature.
Such a pearl.
Only class wear pearls at that age.

How do you **** a muse?
Does it hurt more to not write or to write?
Where did all my strength go.
Why did I expose myself?

Maybe I'm addicted to the fall.
I love the struggle.
I love that she said she loves me.
But its all wrong...right?

Its time to fade into the dark.
Let her go. That's it...
Turn off the lighthouse.
Let the dream crumble.