A moonlit dance,
filled with new romance.
It's been years
since the the sparks began.
Feelings have spread,but they have often fled.
We have come
and we have left.
Yet here we are,
your hand in my hand.
I'm captured again.
you have my heart.

No longer two ships pass in dead of night
Their signals crossed as if by unseen hand
Same course
Same stars
While yet unplanned
Led them to dreamlike moments
Torn by hasty flight
While holiday's bells toll away
Enraptured hours
The boy sets sail to be a man
And leaves in port behind
His thoughts
In part
In whole
His heart
Forever touched.

It was love that I felt for you
It was love that you made me feel.
You controlled my heartbeat
You had my heart in your hands.
But you let me down.
My heart may hurt because of you.
But I will never forget our happy moments.
I will never forget our good times
I miss you so much.
But I have to let you go.
Like you did it with me.
We weren't meant to be.

i spend my nights with you
but day dream about somebody else
i’m falling in love with you
but i’m already in love with him
i can’t begin to explain the thoughts that race through my mind
when i talk to you about something that he would’ve loved
but you don’t really care at all
and that’s fine
it’s just that he was my best friend
and now we walk past each other in the halls
as if we’re strangers
no one around us would be able to tell that his laugh is my favorite laugh
that him and i have spent vacations together
and that we baked, cried, and spent months in each other’s arms
now i spend my nights with you
but i’m dreaming my days away about him

I hung her from the ceiling of a stairwell.

Looking down on two lovers pressed together
forced to watch upon her soulless sinful body,
as it allows foreign hands to mutilate her morals.
The arch of her back from being limp and lifeless.
Tears fall from her face,
each kiss tightens the noose.
The two mistake her tears as paralyzing pleasure.
She grinds her body to his hoping to become one.
For if they are one, is this truly wrong?
She envisions wedding bells,
hoping that her delusion will forge the knife that frees her.
She truly believes her breathless state is a result of pure ecstasy.
Unknowing that the further down his hands go,
the closer she comes to the grips of hells fire.

The rope breaks crippling her life

She falls to her knees suffocating.
He takes advantage of her weakened state,
her tears bring him joy
Breathing falls flat as he leaves her there
Hopelessly she grasps at his ankles
Screaming as regret cuts her wrists
One step at a time the vision of him disappears.
As her body cries in the corner,
Her soul lies in a pool of red regret
I‒

She, died in a stairwell.