For Jimmy who wore a bow tie for me.
This is a bit.what can I say? Different? I wasn't happy with the closing so I'll probably change it later, it would be good to have some of your thoughts on it pleeeease! Oh and one more thing, it's not specifically supposed to be Christian talking, I was thinking that Christian doesn't exist and it's another lover altogether but it can be Christian if you like.
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I watch her every night in awe as she comes down from the heavens on her trapeze, in a shower of sequins and sparkling fairy dust.
I remember how I used to love her. I remember how loving her killed me.
The memories of loving her are the only ones I can still see, the faint taste of her hot lips against mine is the only thing I can still feel amongst the world I am now condemned to.
The nights with her were like a million of my sweetest fantasies all rolled into one and exploding into reality simultaneously. It still makes me smile when I think of the things we did. The nights we kissed beneath the waning moon and then made love beside dying candlelight, the crisp spring days we ran into the gardens behind the fountains in secret rendezvous and danced beneath the morning sun for hours until the afternoon set in.
That was in the early days when she had just become the Sparkling Diamond, the one every man in his right mind wanted. She was the one every man wanted and I had her.
My fondest memory of her is one night when we were sitting atop of the Elephant, watching the stars and making wishes whenever a new star appeared in the growing night. She would point to a new silver diamond in the sky and whisper her wish in my ear. Her breath on my neck and girlish laughter in my ear sent warm and fuzzy chills down my spine.
That night she was resting in my arms as we watched the sky, lying relaxed in my lap fiddling with the button on my shirt cuff as I looked down at her and we talked, of all different things and played games and drew pictures in the stars. She would laugh every now and then and pull me down to kiss her; her kisses were like strawberry raindrops on a soft summer's eve, I could never get enough of her kisses.
That night was a picture perfect, her hand entwined with mine, her kisses given only to me, her whispers of wishes of love for me sung into my ears, her beautiful eyes wanting only me and the stars shooting and falling like a rain of diamonds around my love and I.
It was the lure of hypnotic fame and the greed for expensive shiny stones that stole her away from me.
Each night at the Moulin men grew more and more hungry for the diamond, her status rose to incredible heights, diamonds and jewels were thrown in buckets at her feet, wads and bags of money were offered for a night of luxury with her. The more diamonds she got the higher she rose and the higher she rose the more sure she was that her dreams of acting and singing would come true, the more positive she was that she was the next Sara Bernhardt.
It was a vicious circle she got trapped in.
She didn't come to our rendezvous in the gardens anymore no matter how long I waited for her; there were no kisses beneath the moonlight or love and passion beside waxing candlelight and no more wishing upon each star at night.
All I did was love her, I thought that was enough, I have no diamonds in my pockets or folds of cash bulging from my wallet, all I could ever offer her was love, I thought that was enough.
I was a fool.
It didn't take long for her to forget me completely, I wonder if she still remembers me now as she prances about the dance floor, teasing and enticing men. I wonder if she ever sees me, watching her each night with the cold, heartbroken look in my eyes.
I still wonder if she knows that all I did was love her. Loved her with every fiber of my being.
This is a bit.what can I say? Different? I wasn't happy with the closing so I'll probably change it later, it would be good to have some of your thoughts on it pleeeease! Oh and one more thing, it's not specifically supposed to be Christian talking, I was thinking that Christian doesn't exist and it's another lover altogether but it can be Christian if you like.
*~*
I watch her every night in awe as she comes down from the heavens on her trapeze, in a shower of sequins and sparkling fairy dust.
I remember how I used to love her. I remember how loving her killed me.
The memories of loving her are the only ones I can still see, the faint taste of her hot lips against mine is the only thing I can still feel amongst the world I am now condemned to.
The nights with her were like a million of my sweetest fantasies all rolled into one and exploding into reality simultaneously. It still makes me smile when I think of the things we did. The nights we kissed beneath the waning moon and then made love beside dying candlelight, the crisp spring days we ran into the gardens behind the fountains in secret rendezvous and danced beneath the morning sun for hours until the afternoon set in.
That was in the early days when she had just become the Sparkling Diamond, the one every man in his right mind wanted. She was the one every man wanted and I had her.
My fondest memory of her is one night when we were sitting atop of the Elephant, watching the stars and making wishes whenever a new star appeared in the growing night. She would point to a new silver diamond in the sky and whisper her wish in my ear. Her breath on my neck and girlish laughter in my ear sent warm and fuzzy chills down my spine.
That night she was resting in my arms as we watched the sky, lying relaxed in my lap fiddling with the button on my shirt cuff as I looked down at her and we talked, of all different things and played games and drew pictures in the stars. She would laugh every now and then and pull me down to kiss her; her kisses were like strawberry raindrops on a soft summer's eve, I could never get enough of her kisses.
That night was a picture perfect, her hand entwined with mine, her kisses given only to me, her whispers of wishes of love for me sung into my ears, her beautiful eyes wanting only me and the stars shooting and falling like a rain of diamonds around my love and I.
It was the lure of hypnotic fame and the greed for expensive shiny stones that stole her away from me.
Each night at the Moulin men grew more and more hungry for the diamond, her status rose to incredible heights, diamonds and jewels were thrown in buckets at her feet, wads and bags of money were offered for a night of luxury with her. The more diamonds she got the higher she rose and the higher she rose the more sure she was that her dreams of acting and singing would come true, the more positive she was that she was the next Sara Bernhardt.
It was a vicious circle she got trapped in.
She didn't come to our rendezvous in the gardens anymore no matter how long I waited for her; there were no kisses beneath the moonlight or love and passion beside waxing candlelight and no more wishing upon each star at night.
All I did was love her, I thought that was enough, I have no diamonds in my pockets or folds of cash bulging from my wallet, all I could ever offer her was love, I thought that was enough.
I was a fool.
It didn't take long for her to forget me completely, I wonder if she still remembers me now as she prances about the dance floor, teasing and enticing men. I wonder if she ever sees me, watching her each night with the cold, heartbroken look in my eyes.
I still wonder if she knows that all I did was love her. Loved her with every fiber of my being.