Moving on

And suddenly the stars did not shine as bright as they used to. The music did not sound as heavenly as it used to. Your lips did not taste like they used to. Your voice did not fill the air as it used to. Your tears did not hurt as they used to. I guess this is what they call moving on, but why do I have to move on. It is easier loving someone who do not know. Then not loving anyone at all. Not even yourself. I guess I like the pain. I guess I believe I deserve it. I feel like flying on the wings of love again. Through the skies while having my arm around your waist. Your head on my shoulder and you on my mind. Keep me etangled please. Without the vines around my feet, I cannot stand. Without you I am rootless. I am nothing else than withered leaves in the wind. Left on the ground and slowly rotting into ground. Hopefully I will be the ground for another tree.

Yet again

Her eyes were nailed to the floor. Her thoughts were about him. While his were about someone else. She bit her lip. She checked her phone again for an answer, but none had come. She was in the crowd off hundreds. The band was playing, but her eyes were still nailed. She could not breath. She felt the world fade away, and slowly turning pitch black infront of her eyes. The darkness filled her. Leaving rivers in her trail, while words of pain and curses of agony was fighting to get out of her mouth. Suddenly a gentle pair of arms embrassed her and wiped the tear of her face. A light in the horizon. She woke up, when the crowd clapped. "When flying on love, a parachute won't take the fall"

She sat for herself. In her hand she had another persons heart. Mine to be precise. She obviously haven't noticed it yet. I guess that if I just hush about it all. I won't be hurt. She says she's in love with a friend of mine. I look at her and tell her that she can who ever she want to. She nods, but her hearing is blocked. Her sight is blinded. Her sences are cut off and she is no longer reachable. I gave her all my time. I gave her all my heart. She tried to explain but she didn't excuse. Her voice still echoes in my ears and it will for eternity. I may never see her face, but I will not forget. I don't wish to be with her, I just wish the best for her whether or not it was with me is not the important factor. I want to see her smiling and not just a superficial one. I want to see her reshine again. Come out from the blur where she is now. She could've painted the world with colors, but she chose to remove them instead. She could've sung the secret chord, but instead she stopped singing. She could've flied, but instead she crashed. She could've inlighted my world, but instead she destroyed it.