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I feel as though I'm suffocating in a dea of my own tears. Every night I close my eyes and lined up are all my greatest fears. But all of them scare me less than the one I fear is near. Losing you; my life, my love, my dear.
Many say the hardest thing in life to do is to love, if it's so hard why do we crave it so? Why do we long for something that causes pain, that causes guilt, that can't be tamed? I fear for the end of my lifes only happines. The only sugar, the only joy I've ever known. This thought scares me, for I don't yet know how to live in the world I did before I met love, I don't know how to go back there. I don't know where there is anymore.
Oh don't you worry, we are meant to be, loves soft loving lips once spoke. Others don't know, they never will this is fate! This is no joke. I listened to the sound of my lonely heart, though I swore I'd never fall, but where now would I be if I'd of said no from the start? Would my heart still beat the melancoly tune of a loveless soul? Would I be as forgiving? Would I be more kind? Would my heart lie in peices or would it finally be whole?
Often I sit and dwell on things I cannot change, I tell myself it's all a test but if it is I'm quite sure I failed. I suppose I'll sit in silence more, as sadness slowly envelopes. And if forever is cut short, well I cannot complain. I tried the forbidden fruit, I sucked the life out of every bite. Now it is my turn to accept my price.
If the end is growing near, between the demon of love and I, then I shall pay my dues when that time comes, and soon will be too soon.