| Reply |
" .............my sweet sweet fool. I don't know whether to love you or hate you. My sweet woman. Why would you ever think that? Why did you fly away and left me in darkened days and garish nights? Know you not that I love, have loved and will always damn love you as long as I draw breath? Regardless of who you are. Oh the depths of my sorrow. Deeper than the blackest abyss, the deepest oceans. You always did second guessed yourself, our love, our magic. I may have been blinded by the goddess that you are, the flesh that you have, the voice that you wield. But there was never any mistaking that I loved you, more then my own life, because you were the woman for me. In this I somewhat feel I failed you. Somewhere, somehow. In this I somehow hate you for not giving me a chance to seclude, secure and cement my love for you. I'm filled with rage for your selfishness at running away, thinking of your predicament. While one was right here in front of you. But with this hate, unbearable as it is. Comes this love, unbearable as it will be. I tasted the last tear you shed. And I tasted the familiarity that was you. All of you in that miniscule vertical river. And for that, I whisper this to pillow your wounded soul, as you sleep where time is no more. As my heart breaks And my eyes will never ever be the same again. Remember me, when in eternity, a tiny speck, a syllable of what was once me, what was once us sings across your mind like a distant wind calling..... " |
 |
|