I loved the boy with the laughing eyes
Bright and warm as the summer is kind
Whose gentle voice belied sharp words
Whose face you stole to hide behind
The hair's still blue as summer's skies
Words still sharp as razor's edge
But your golden gaze is cold and bare
Your voice gone empty as the dead.
I watched the Light as it left those eyes
The night they took your heart from you.
And since, of course, my heart was yours
The Shadows left me Heartless, too.
Now all that's left are empty lies.
Our laughter hollow, all a ruse.
The boy I loved is dead, I know.
The X that mars your face is proof.
But how I long to see those eyes
Deep and blue as the sky above
But we're the ghosts of broken dreams
We haven't got the right to love.