Your tears look like pretty chandeliers. Almost like dazzling
gold. Your blood flows through you like red rubies but I don't
feel that anymore. It's like you've grown a hundred years old.
If I told you things will get bright again would you believe me.
I miss the old you. The one who never frowns. The one with nonstop
giggles and blood red coloured blushing cheeks. The one with romantic sunsets in his eyes. Did I tell you before that I touch the place where I see your face ? Did I tell you that I see you behind my eyelids ? Did I ? Cause if not than here I am saying it to you I'll say it again and again and again till you recover and become the old you. I'll be here baby till the end right beside you. Just show me a sign of the old you. If you go crazy ill be here holding your hand. If you want I can even take you to never land. We can be young just like Peter Pan but that's only if you show me the old you ~