When you used to gaze into my eyes  that was so beautiful...   Then I could gaze back into those emerald gems...   It wasn't the cute light of your soul, rather the beauty of your darkness...   Since we broke up, my eyes  still chase you through light...

A scream of lightning and crash of thunder,illuminates the dark path ahead,and then I know the stormhad resuscitated my heart! But this storm ahead!Never have I seen suchgrey horizons for myself!Where the sun is faintin this fog of uncertainty. With trepidation...

Our bodies entwined like a vine after wine. Something so fine... Something so right! Somewhere with just enough concealment  that we could entwine our sinful hearts and our beads of sweat on flushed skin  make our bodies slide as we entwine. 

It's the sad truth...Letting go of someone... something...sometimes... is a necessity.

Vulnerable... My wax-like existence  in the presence of your flame makes my eyes drip with tears.   This constant bleeding of my soul... This neverending torment... My waxy soul will sometimes  avoid the world's flame,   and my running tears will dry. And my wax figure will be silent... tears dried...