ADVENTmania

Oh, beloved golden eyes A beautiful smile that shines Court me and be mine. Playful waltz of hearts Charm and grace, elegant pace Make them fall in love. Oh, beloved golden eyes You are fickle and ever so warm Dare we dream of night? Drown us in coy beauty Sing us warnings of fall's return But a sunset away.

I remember when I first met you. I was young, maybe twelve. I met you because you were my best friend's best friend. I didn't like you at first. There were so many things I didn't like about you. But I tolerated you. After that first meeting I encountered you a few more times over the years. You were always close by but we never clicked. I still didn't like you. No matter how many times I met you. Though I always got the feeling you liked me. Secretly, I had always been a little curious about you. Because you were so close, so near by. Just barely within my reach though I never really reached out to you. You always offered yourself to me. A

I pace and panic and pace some more. You, the monstrous beast of Wrath, have consumed my thoughts. I hate you. I hate you for everything you have done to me. I hate you for every promise you broke. Every lie you told straight to my face, without an ounce of remorse. ..I hate you.. But I can't escape you. Even now, when its been months since I've seen you. I. Cannot. Get. Away. I'm hidden from you, at least I feel I am, and yet you find me. You come for me when I am least expecting it. When my daydreams drift too freely, you find me. When I shut my eyes, awaiting slumber to kiss me, you find me. And in a quick instant I am back. Trapped.

Think of us.. ..While we starve.

Oh, what of white eyes? When you are sleeping so sound. You will always return. Because you are waiting. To fall.. To fall ever so softly. Your beauty, diamond likeness. Oh, what of white eyes? To you, beautiful silent reaper. Will you claim us all? Think not, of months to come. I shall guide your hand, silent reaper. To claim everything.

     You're gone. So very gone. You're far away and yet I can feel you linger. The missing presence that was once you. I can feel it in every aspect of my life, every fiber of my being. You are gone and, without a doubt, never to return. A hollow emptiness had claimed its home in my chest cavity when I first came to this realization. A life, my life, without you forever.      Another sigh slyly sneaks past my lips. They say a part of your soul dies every time you sigh; if that is true then since you've left my soul should be warily thin. On this thought I sigh again before setting the coffee