The grief inside my heart, it breaks my soul from the inside and out. It has no relief, nor any belief. Doing things like it's in a dream and then regretting it in tears like stream, my soul, it dances on a table, my soul it dances on a black table."
"Promises, forevers and valentines I longer care, for everything I see, every love, every rose, every story, it's not so red, it's not so green, it's not so real. And I have many more miles to go, to truly unravel the mysteries, the mysteries to find the true one."
"My happiness, it's all lost deep inside a forest, and my soul, it has no rest. Wandering in the dark, I keep searching for a spark. But blue is all I see, black is everything I feel. Tangled up in all this mess, I have forgotten how to love, I've forgotten how to love you."
"The sunshine and the mornings, the darkness and the nights, I don't feel nothing, nothing at all. For in my heart is an empty space, a space without you, a space without your love. It's all a void, and I drown inside that space, with no clue how to avoid."
"Kiss me in the dark tonight, take me into the stars and into oblivion. Love me in the dark tonight, take me to the moon and back. Paint me tonight, paint me black, make me a masterpiece, piece by piece."
Time and again it struck me How much I wanted to be called yours How much I wanted to fall more and more in love with you How much I wanted to address my soul as yours How much I wanted to absorb you through and through How much I wanted so little of me but so much of you How much my love for myself grew by loving you Time and again it struck me We were meant to be eachother's We were meant to be one and our souls, were meant to be crazy in love.
I never thought that I'd be blessed enough to have someone so close to me, so deep in my heart that I would no longer be mine but that person will be me; in my shadow, in my reflection, in the breathes I take or the beats that grace my heart. That I would think of him, first thing in the morning and thank God for him, before I thank him for another day he allowed me to live. That I would just need a thought of him to make me smile or a thought of him, to cry a river. That I would feel so lucky to have lived so far that I got a chance to love someone like him. That I would be honoured to call him mine, to call him my family. That I would finally receive the love I have craved for. That I would be able to feel him in the deepest corners and the narrowest nooks of my soul, laughing like a child and making my soul happy from within. That I wouldn't be able to put into words how he makes me feel and my little efforts like so, would be in vain. He would never know how much I have loved him or how much I will for the numbered days I have to spend in this Universe. He would never know that if he looked into my eyes, he would find himself for I am no longer mine. I'm his. He's me. I'm the love I give and he's the love I call mine.