You're the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep. There's 8 million people in the world, and I only want you. I will love you forever, pinky promise.
Wind chokes on the ashes as acrid smoke strangles the sun.
Their jealous arrows ran, hollow drums pound at the gates,
Breaking the din of screams.
Our feeble offerings to forgotten Gods are left to rot in temples of their lust,
As they lay forth their plans to destroy our pride, our home.
My flesh is burning from the embers,
But still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives.
Tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash,
But the fight for her honor will rage on.
I miss you so bad. I didn't realize how much I loved you, until it was too late. You were perfect and I was an idiot. If you could only see me now, you'd realize- I'm not the boy who made you cry. I'm so different now.
