A painting illuminated
by the moon so gracious
giving life to a distant memory
of a melancholic ingenue.

A falling angel
caught by a mortal creature,
depicted her desperation
to fix a broken picture.

For the man that defies
the line of their friendship state.
For the man that gave his all
to win her heart whatever it takes.

She will paint this subject all over again,
to express how much he means to her.
For the love she can't reciprocate in reality,
in a painting she'll transform into probability.

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you get everything I said
an indirect attempt
trying to confuse you is the only chance I'll get
everything.. it echos in my head
your blank stare has me trembling
with anger and regret

It’s difficult to face the night sky in all its terrible majesty,
When every star,
Every single one of them,
Is out there to mock you,
Scorch you
And break you into pieces.

It’s amazing isn't it,
How despite being made of stardust,
I cant bring myself,
To look up at those mere shiny *****,
Blinking with the fickle hope,
Of our past.

Back which brings me to my to my initial thought,

What am i afraid of ?
After all how much darker could it be
Now that I have seen you.

I have grown to hate your shadow you see,
A rose has no right to be yellow,
Absolutely no right,
The mere idea is a sick reminder,
Of why i have fallen in love with the dark humour of starry nights.
How I wish i could raze every field where you grow,
Drown your petals in my salty tears,
And let them embrace you like the idea of love
Embraces an alcoholic mind.

Which reminds me-
An alcoholic night is a perfect backdrop
Perfect for those who have found themselves,
Perfect for those who have found the one,
But remains a musical satire for the unloved.
And that brings me to the something you already knew deep down,
Forever,
Always,
That i am unloved.

Mistake it not for hate, because while hate masquerades as the cork of the wine bottle,
The unloved stardust floats in the wine itself.

I know when you stare at me,
It's her eyes you see.
But I'm not her.
And I'm not what you're searching for.
I've fallen in too deep.
So deep that I'm willing to give up everything.
But I'm afraid.
Afraid of how easily you'd throw it all away for her.
To have her in your arms.
To feel again.
To love.
For her,
You'll give us up.