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I was in love. We were in love. A regression through time as our flower blossomed, evolved into a joint obsession, between one another flame upon flame were built to our blazing hearts. Nothing else mattered. She would reach out to me and I would fall to her bosom like the ocean sweeping me to a distant unknown. A blissful state of abundance we lived in. Reality is for those who don't have anything better.
I would wish it would never end, I would wish we could set the world ablaze. I still do in many ways, but that is lost. Why did such a fate have to befall a love of innocence? A passion spiralling to eternity, not even the brightest of lights could scold us. The sky would part for us, the flowers smile; the sound of a distance stream locked in melancholy would flow through our being.
Then she broke away. Drifted away to a sea of murky waters and I was left, alone and shattered, our love now scattered. Torrid rains could not distort my need for you, you would my only legs to stand on, I could fly away under your wings. To wake and not meet your eyes, a tear would stain the once perfect white I sleep under, now trapped beneath the shadows of darkness. To feel your touch, to see your face, you are now but the sunshine behind the mountain.
All you left was a small stone, glinting like your happiness once did. A diamond, perfect in shape, beautiful but blunt. I clutched for hours as the diamond turned to red, driving into my skin, and still it sits, a final reminder of what we once had.
Just a lump of our love, the ashes of a great fire that would never end.
I was in love. We were in love. A regression through time as our flower blossomed, evolved into a joint obsession, between one another flame upon flame were built to our blazing hearts. Nothing else mattered. She would reach out to me and I would fall to her bosom like the ocean sweeping me to a distant unknown. A blissful state of abundance we lived in. Reality is for those who don't have anything better.
I would wish it would never end, I would wish we could set the world ablaze. I still do in many ways, but that is lost. Why did such a fate have to befall a love of innocence? A passion spiralling to eternity, not even the brightest of lights could scold us. The sky would part for us, the flowers smile; the sound of a distance stream locked in melancholy would flow through our being.
Then she broke away. Drifted away to a sea of murky waters and I was left, alone and shattered, our love now scattered. Torrid rains could not distort my need for you, you would my only legs to stand on, I could fly away under your wings. To wake and not meet your eyes, a tear would stain the once perfect white I sleep under, now trapped beneath the shadows of darkness. To feel your touch, to see your face, you are now but the sunshine behind the mountain.
All you left was a small stone, glinting like your happiness once did. A diamond, perfect in shape, beautiful but blunt. I clutched for hours as the diamond turned to red, driving into my skin, and still it sits, a final reminder of what we once had.
Just a lump of our love, the ashes of a great fire that would never end.
All and all I liked it wasn't too long and drawn out but still pakced a punch.
.. better :)
Damn!
In the context of love it tends to mean "what was meant to be" which cues the corny violing music and such.
I liked the "sunshine behind the mountain" metaphor. Very well formed.
I liked this piece.
I kinda stole the 'sunshine behind the mountain' thing, but I used it in a completely different context.
*runs*