My heart is yours....
He was like a dream. Like this image you have that feels so real but as soon as you wake up the harder you try to remember the more it slips away. That's what if felt like to be without him. The more she focused on the amazing times she had with him the more he tended to slip away. So she lied to herself. Push her loving memories to the back of her mind in order to keep what was left of him to herself. She knew that deep down she would never have him again and she probably move on and yet something just couldn't let go of the sweet boy of her dreams. That boy that made her laugh without trying and kept her up for days just thinking of his silly hair or goofy laugh. To her he was unlike any other boy in her life, he was majestic.
Their time together was short lived yet felt like a lifetime. Everyday she would wake up just to see him and fall asleep only to keep in a little bit longer. They expressed their emotions for each other in the strangest of ways that many people found quite unorthidox but she didn't care and neither did he. They kissed with passion and hugged with gratitude both just overjoyed to have found someone that cared for them with the deep emotions they had longed for. But as said before their time together was short lived. She angry ways and his shortness of patience finally drove them apart and the joy the girl once knew was gone. And though she never forgot about him and wrote of him daily, he never quite felt the same for her again. The love he once felt for her began to die and she as well began to die with it.
Many have been told of very few dying of a broken heart but she was one of the few. Her heart in actuality didn't die however her spirit did and with her spirit went her desire to live. This poor girl felt as if her world had crumbled beneath her leaving her nowhere to place her feet. So, with the knot of a rope and a single tear, she released her body of her dead spirit leaving behind a note merely stating one thing, "I lived for his love and now I shall die without it."
Their time together was short lived yet felt like a lifetime. Everyday she would wake up just to see him and fall asleep only to keep in a little bit longer. They expressed their emotions for each other in the strangest of ways that many people found quite unorthidox but she didn't care and neither did he. They kissed with passion and hugged with gratitude both just overjoyed to have found someone that cared for them with the deep emotions they had longed for. But as said before their time together was short lived. She angry ways and his shortness of patience finally drove them apart and the joy the girl once knew was gone. And though she never forgot about him and wrote of him daily, he never quite felt the same for her again. The love he once felt for her began to die and she as well began to die with it.
Many have been told of very few dying of a broken heart but she was one of the few. Her heart in actuality didn't die however her spirit did and with her spirit went her desire to live. This poor girl felt as if her world had crumbled beneath her leaving her nowhere to place her feet. So, with the knot of a rope and a single tear, she released her body of her dead spirit leaving behind a note merely stating one thing, "I lived for his love and now I shall die without it."