she was beautiful.
she made everything around her beautiful.
she made my soul beautiful.
she changed me from the dark, arogant, person i was to someone who actually felt.
and oh i did feel.
i felt my heart multiple in size every time i heard her voice say i love you.
she made me feel.
she was the reason i am whole again.

It was not the hands of time that killed the man.
It was the man who used the hands of time to **** himself.

your skin was cold.
as if your body has never felt that kind of heat.
my touch brought chills to you.
like the coldness of your skin wasn't cold enough already.
you flinched.
and all i wanted to do was pull you close to me.
kiss you.
let you know that i wouldn't forget that you once made me so happy.

but now you are too cold to love me.