She was lost. Inside.
He took all her feelings,
She had nowhere to hide,
These sudden changes were to far to bear,
But when she closed her eyes, he was always there.
She would see him on the streets,
Smiling dimly at the memories,
She realized that he was lying,
So she began to as well,
Telling everyone she was filling ill,
It was a lie, which only he could tell.
"Meet me at the balcony, where we first met."
A simple note was delivered to her,
She closed her eyes, not noticing they were wet,
"Finally. An answer." She whispered to the gods,
Never knowing, against her, were the odds.
He paced around, holding the silver gun in his hands,
"Just incase." He told himself. "Just incase."
He was flashed a picture in his head,
A beautiful angel, but her eyes… they bled,
"A beauty so dark, never one should live." A voice beckoned him, telling him improper ideas.
"She is a flower, one who has bloomed." He argued,
"Never will she bloom. Only in your hands, will the flower wilt." There went the memories, the promises, the trust he has built.
She walked to the balcony, wondering things,
If tonight was a mistake, or if it would be like a dream,
Soft eyes met fierce eyes, as he stared into hers,
Her eyes traveled to the gun in his hand,
She was scared, but loved him, she couldn't have ran.