Mesmerised, I look into your eyes,
a cold wind, as we begin
Our journey, t'ward Eternity.
My hand waiting for yours,
the stars, they soar.
We are floating above Mountains,
drinking from Fountains,
sipping from the elixir of life.
My eyes open,
the token of your love, in my left hand, a Ring.
The future it promised to bring.
Once more I am alone,
i no longer own, this moment.
The leaves they dance, as our romance,
leaves behind Morsels.
A shell remains,
engulfed in flames,
a furnace of Self Blame,
i take the plunge.
And i walk, i eat
our Memories, Plans
your Final Goodbye
your Wants, Demands.
The marching band drums
beat in time with my Tortured soul,
we were Supposed to grow old.
I pick up the fork and force down Guilt,
upon the foundations we built,
cemented together by loves haze.
Worlds at a time, I combine,
Mine and Yours,
Unopened doors.
The house we never furnished,
the walk we never took,
the book that was never written,
Our story unfinished,
Your life Diminished.
I sit, take a sip of my tea,
it doesn't taste the same.
The razors don't take away the pain,
of hearing Your Name.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
Mesmerised, I look into your eyes,
a cold wind, as we begin
Our journey, t'ward Eternity.
My hand waiting for yours,
the stars, they soar.
We are floating above Mountains,
drinking from Fountains,
sipping from the elixir of life.
My eyes open,
the token of your love, in my left hand, a Ring.
The future it promised to bring.
Once more I am alone,
i no longer own, this moment.
The leaves they dance, as our romance,
leaves behind Morsels.
A shell remains,
engulfed in flames,
a furnace of Self Blame,
i take the plunge.
And i walk, i eat
our Memories, Plans
your Final Goodbye
your Wants, Demands.
The marching band drums
beat in time with my Tortured soul,
we were Supposed to grow old.
I pick up the fork and force down Guilt,
upon the foundations we built,
cemented together by loves haze.
Worlds at a time, I combine,
Mine and Yours,
Unopened doors.
The house we never furnished,
the walk we never took,
the book that was never written,
Our story unfinished,
Your life Diminished.
I sit, take a sip of my tea,
it doesn't taste the same.
The razors don't take away the pain,
of hearing Your Name.
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