Where dose thou wander? Oh lady of cinders? Upstairs, downstairs, or in thy nightly chambers?

And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers
"Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott"

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me!" cried
The Lady of Shalott

Alfred Lord Tennyson

A fallen angel distend to fly: broken and crazy but too strong to cry

There is no greater agony than bearing an unwritten story inside of you

She said 'I love you'
And then my heart broke

How could those three little words,
hurt me so much?

I miss you now, I guess like I should have missed you then.

T&S

You said you would hold me until you died, yet your still alive..

You said you would never leave me... I believed you