Echoes of this shattering heart
Like a grinder of the human spirit...

Memories, they'll paint a tainted picture
Where his laughter is now your tears...

Soft whispers against bruised lips
His butterfly kisses are cold...

My heart implodes so perfectly in my chest
The breath escapes my lips in a sigh...

How could I ever prove my love to you?
How could I ever say the best to you...

I wish that you would make love to me
In the shadows of the moonlight...

As the sun is setting
And the day, it turns to night...

I keep telling myself that he's not worth it
That this pain I feel is better of dead...

I am in love with the one you call Death
And I couldn't ask for it any other way...

He is a love song, three-forty-three
One that always makes me smile...

There is a boy,
For that is how every good love story starts...

I swear to you,
I'm typing away madly at this keyboard...