I fell,
for you,
hard & forever.

Whenever I'll
taste, the taste of death,
it won't be
unfamiliar.
Since I've been
fortunate enough
to have tasted your lips
a few times.

Eternity is what
you attain,
the moment
you make
a poet
fall for you.

He was the
moon.
He shined.
He shined,
so bright.
That he did not
need nobody else's light.
As if he was the
sun and the moon,
all in one.
They tried to search for
his flaws,
only to realize, that he had none.

I'm the light
you love so fondly,
but I'm the darkness too,
which you just can't stand.