A/N: I had to write this two years ago in my Brit Lit class. Thought I'd share it here. It's mediocre at best, but I like to see how my writing has improved over time. Every word is originally what it was when I wrote it when I was 15. Enjoy. Heathcliff's POV
Remember the Moor
The thunder booms loud and clear
As I stare out the window pane
And I swear I can still see your heavenly face
Even through the thick, grey sheets of rain
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Your twinkling voice still fills my veins
Down to my very core
It makes me feel like I am young again
Spending my days with you down at the moor
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Those are the most precious memories I own
When you and I were the only people to exist
We would always find our way to one another
No matter the amount of rain, fog, or mist.
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When I recall those days when everything made sense
I can feel my heart grow sore
Knowing that I can no longer call you mine
And love you like I did at the moor
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Life has now caught us in its wicked game
Of betrayal and lust and broken dreams
Where all that matters is the name you are given
And all you feel is ripped at the seams
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But we must not get lost, my love
We must reach that closed off door
Which opens to the heart that has been locked for so long
And the only key is you and our moor
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You are the only thing that I truly know
The music that makes my soul sing
If only you could have waited for me, sweet angel
I promise I would have guided you to eternal spring
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And with the daily sufferings of torture, agony, and pain
I can't help but wonder what it is all for
But then I think of your smiling, radiant face
And I can never let go of the moor
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You, my heart, are the reason I breathe
And why I continue to stay
To perhaps catch a glimpse of the sparkle in your eye
That can brighten even my darkest of days
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But, alas, my love for you has been in vain
Although I am no longer poor
For you belong to another man now
And all I have are memories of the moor
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So never forget the times we shared,
Every single laugh, touch, breath, and kiss.
You must know that these thoughts keep me alive
And with each passing day are even more dearly missed
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Now I know I must let you go
After years and years of this personal war
I can no longer keep you where you do not belong
While I forever remain at the moor.
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