the heartbreak from a true love never really dies
that feeling follows you throughout your whole life
everything reminds you of them
you see a flower and it reminds you of the beauty of their soul
that gleam in their eyes is reminiscent of the moonlight
and you cant help but to wonder if that sparkle in his eyes left the day you did
thoughts of him wake you up and terrorizes you at 3 am
and you suddenly remember he has killed you
you're not really living
you could probably smoke with a ghost and still have more death in one puff than he did in his whole being
the heartbreak from a true love diminishes your soul
that feeling follows you throughout your whole life
and you can only hope that there is someone out there to wake up your soul and bring you back to existence