I was asked tonight, why my writing spells heartbreak. I choked on an answer, as I was shaken awake. Now that my eyes are open, I can genuinely see. That you are not the one, I assumed that you could be. I am stuck in the past, and haunted by your lies. Your mask has come off, and I now see through your disguise. Yet still I levitate, to the beauty that you emanate. I see beyond the negative, and see that you are my soul mate. You have lifted me up, so high that the world looks like a maze. You have brightened my world so much, that it's solely you that can amaze. I am happy for once, as I can feel the warmth of the golden sun. My life is not ending, it has simply just begun. Our love is stronger than metal, it can not be undone. You shine brighter than diamonds, you must be composed of pearls. I am drawn to you, as our destiny unfurls. I began my metamorphosis after being seduced by your kiss, remain entranced as I sleepily dance. My evolution started once I lost myself in your eyes, you held me captivated like an enchanted sunrise. I await the day where your arms will be my solace, as we grow together and grow old and grey, enraptured in our reciprocal bliss. I could not have imagined a love so pure and sacrosanct, intoxicated by you as I take another sip. I know you will always catch me if I fall and that you will do all that you can to ensure that I never slip. You are the waters that carry me to shore. Your love has enriched me, with you at my side nothing has the capacity to bore. Your voice lulls me to sleep and carries me high, I have attained Nirvana with you at my side.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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