Till this world finds another heart to keep you.

And It stoned me to my soul.

You made me. You make me smile, you make me cry, and sometimes, you even make me puke. You’re still not real enough to kill me, but you’re already killing me. What more if you discovered the number combination to my life? I just died a few months ago. You were there. And if ever, you’ll have me at my worst. The difference with you two is, she had me at my best, and again, if ever, you’ll have me at my worst.

I’m on the edge of a desert cliff. Looking down bellow, I see grass, water, and everything beautiful. Up here, I see nothing but dust, and my ridiculously nostalgic past. It’s true that time makes all the difference. I can see significance in dust because I’ve spent so much time with it. The hard part comes when you start spending even just a little time on something else.

The past left me. She reasons that she’s off to greener pastures and she took with her, the grass we planted on top this beautiful cliff we picked. A place where we shared our love, our passion, and desires.

The world found another heart to keep her. We had everything. Even the reasons to bid each other farewell. We caressed lips for the last time. Made love with her for the last time. She nibbled my ear for the last time. Kissed her nose, Sweetly conversed in pseudo british accents, stared at each other’s eyes, held her in my arms, looked at the stars, and sang to our songs for the last time. Wondered what will happen next. We Cried, we died.

"I miss you love"

Music, she was our love child. It was what’s left of our love. It’ s what’s left to remind us that we had something that nobody else will ever have. No matter how bad I want to give this child away, I still can’t. She’s everywhere. Her cries are everywhere. I even hear them from YOU.

"You're just the best I ever had"

- chAaDd | Feb 15, 2008 | 7:00 pm