Photograph of Love, Note 24 in my Never Ending Series
And she lays back upon her bed as he walks into the door.
"You came"
"But of course. Here you are, my death beauty. I've come to see you in the photograph, the photograph of love."
And the little girl lays under the stars on her broken bed of stones and He Who Was So Far Away came to her.
He took her hand in hers and they cried the tears of lost rivers together.
And the stars fell alone around them.
Beautiful.
And the night startles her into wakefulness.
The dream slips silently into her abyss and she wanders the path of fallen heroes.
Sipping on the goodbyes of never and loving the souls of death.
Waiting her turn.
(im just a teenaged dirt bag)
Baby.
And hes not sorry, and that makes her sad. For what does that make him?
Except long ago, distant pasts.
She wanted to make it last.
Her vision blurs and the tree shimmers before her eyes.
Everything shifts from blue to black.
And she will always love you.
"You came"
"But of course. Here you are, my death beauty. I've come to see you in the photograph, the photograph of love."
And the little girl lays under the stars on her broken bed of stones and He Who Was So Far Away came to her.
He took her hand in hers and they cried the tears of lost rivers together.
And the stars fell alone around them.
Beautiful.
And the night startles her into wakefulness.
The dream slips silently into her abyss and she wanders the path of fallen heroes.
Sipping on the goodbyes of never and loving the souls of death.
Waiting her turn.
(im just a teenaged dirt bag)
Baby.
And hes not sorry, and that makes her sad. For what does that make him?
Except long ago, distant pasts.
She wanted to make it last.
Her vision blurs and the tree shimmers before her eyes.
Everything shifts from blue to black.
And she will always love you.